English Short Story by Sudha Murhty
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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the storey is doing what you like is freedom. This is one of my favourites that teaches the value of independence in the storey shows how over caring and pampering of Children can cripple the confidence to become independent. Let's hear this storey the storey goes One day I was travelling by train from Bangalore to build Um it is an overnight train and the only rail link between Bangalore and north Karnataka. I was travelling by second class as that's where one can meet lots of people who are eager to dock. I have noticed the more expensive the ticket there lesser the court travellers speak. So as I settled down in my seat, I glanced at the opposite birth. There was a small family of husband, wife and son. The sun was about 18 or 19 years old and probably going to college. The family was of this be quite well off. I sat and watched. The parents were giving numerous instruction to their son. It is very cold. Why don't you wear a sweater? Are you hungry? Shall I serve food? We have got three Burt's Lower middle and upper. Which one would you like to take have you brought your brats from skippers? If you're going to use bathroom, please use them and so on. The young boy looked ill at east at all their attention, particularly in front of a stranger, but was obeying and answering them Reluctant. Then the father asked the mother, Did you bring some old lot? I want to clean these seats. They look dirty, The mother And so how many times have I told you to make reservations early? But you never listen to me. If you had booked the tickets earlier, we could have gone by first class or second. People like us travel in those compartments as their maintain. Better not like this second class where every Tom, **** and Harry travels the father about his head and answer. Now what is this? So much rushed for tickets for higher classes. I did not realise that normally we travel by air, so I underestimated the situation. Unfortunately, this Bill Garm does not have an air connexion by now. Since I knew they were also travelling up to gone and we were all going to be together till eight o'clock the next morning. So I thought to strike up a conversation with them. Are you going to Bill? Gone For the first time? They looked at me with some some but the woman was eager to talk. Yes, we have never gone there. My son has got admission in Mil gone. Medical college. We have heard it's a good college. Do you know anything about it? Yes. It's a good college, you know, because I belong to that area. After this, they were eager to talk to me as they wanted to know more about the down. The man introduced himself. I am John. I'm a C in Bangalore. This is my wife. Agony. She is an M A in home science. That's my son, Puneet, who is going to be a medical student. He gave me his card. By now, the train had started moving. Even before it left Gamble or City, they had opened their dinner box. It was a huge different area, and many items were placed in it. The motherly table mats on the birth and placed steel plates. It was as if she was serving dinner at home. There were two sub Jeez, two kinds of dal roadies, eyes and a dessert. It was an eight course, Neil, I washed them in amazement. The sun sat down quietly for his mean. But before he could touch his plate, his mother said, Take the details. So where you bathroom slippers? Carry this toil, wash your hands and comfort in in. When he left, his father explained to me, Puneet is our only son. We have brought him up very well. We wanted him to study medicine and some college in Bangalore, but unfortunately he got admission in welcome. We have never sent him alone anywhere. This is the first time we are leaving him. We were thinking, If the hostage does not suit him, my wife will shift to Belgium and will rent a small house there for the next five years. I will stay in Bangalore and meet them once a week. For Children's sake. Parents have to make sacrifices. His voice broke and I could see tears in the lady's eyes. I could understand their pain at their only son living home. It is always a difficult time for parents, but it is also inevitable. How long can you keep birds in cages when their wings are strong and they are ready to fly. We can give our Children only two things in life which are essential, strong roots and powerful links. Then they may fly anywhere and lift in the pen. Angie, of all the luxuries in life, the greatest luxury is getting freedom of the right kind. Now the mother joined in. They were clearly very upset and worried. They wanted to share their grief with somebody, even though I was unknown to them hours. Son is very dear to us. I was a lecturer in college, but I left my job after his birth. Many of my colleagues have become principles in other colleges, but I was determined to bring up my son very well. House been said. I had a good practise in Tom Car District, and I own plenty of land. But I decided to shift to Bangalore for Puneet studies. I visit my farm once in a while. I want an apartment next to his school. I don't go anywhere without my family. I take his lunch to school every day, and then I talked to his teacher regarding his performance. I have also enrolled him in different evening classes. He loans chess as it is good for the brain karate to protect himself and cricket, which is a well respected game. I could not control my laughter. I felt pity for the child. I asked. What about music? Gender knowledge debating. We don't require all these. When he was born, be decided he should become a doctor. What is his choice? Our choices. His choice. He is only a child. What does he know about the outside world? By that time the child came and they started eating their dinner. After finishing, the parents decided he should sleep on the robot immediately. A bed was made by the father. He spread a snow white bed sheet and air pillow, and the boy was made to lie down, covered with the Kashmiri shawl. I hope you don't mind. We want to switch off the lights. My son cannot sleep with the lights on. The gentlemen switched off the light without even waiting for my reply. I was left sitting alone without dinner and not feeling in the least sleepy. I was wondering what Puneet smother will do when he gets married. We seem to have forgotten that he was an independent person who could take his own decisions with some love and guidance. Instead, they were bombarding him with their own ideas and opinions. Too much of affection can become a golden moves around in it. Grief will never be a confident person. It was only 10 in the night. I never sleep that early. Even in the partial darkness, I spotted an old friend walking down the passage. We were delighted to meet each other so unexpectedly. Come on. Why are you sitting in the dark? She asked. Are you planning to steal somebody? Spurs? How can you sleep at 10 o'clock? Come to my compartment. It is the next one at a stock for some time. It is very are to catch you in Bangalore, she started laughing loudly. At Rohan, joke acquired conversation in north Karnataka would mean a high pitched stock and sophisticated society. I have reservation only for this compartment. Don't worry, will tell the ticket collector in my compartment. One birth is vacant. My loyalty switched immediately and I followed her. There was a loud laughter and joking going on in the other compartment. My other friends were also there. We sat and remember our college days and made fun of each other in the midst of us middle aged people. There was a young boy sitting. He too was very jolly with enormous energy. When all of us open our tiffin boxes, the boy offered everyone bananas from his back. Though he did not know any office, he looked confident in happy. I asked him What is your name? Where are you going? My name is Sharad. I am going to build on. Why are you going to? I have got a seat in medical college there and I am going to join my class. Are you going for the first time? Do you have anybody with you? Yes. I am going for the first time and I'm alone. I forgot my tiffin box. Suddenly I thought of Puneet was of the same age as dis boy. Where are your parents? My father is a postman and my mother is a school teacher. I come from a village near Cooler. How many siblings do you have? Um the only child. Did you never get lonely? Know since both my parents are working. I knew all the neighbours after school, I would visit one house every day. All those Children are used to visit became like my brothers and sisters. I wanted to know what was subjecting. Started in school. My father being a post mint. I learned cycling at a very young age in the evening. I did some extracurricular activities. My father always told me in life, extremes are bad. It is better if one takes the middle path. So when should know a little bit of music, sports, social activities? This helped me a lot. Now I can travel anywhere without a problem because I know four languages. English cannot Hindi and Telugu. I can Swaim saying I was in NCC Zoo. I travelled to many places with my batch. How did you do in your exam? I think I did fairly well. I got a seat in Belgium Medical College tonight. Is it not very expensive? It is expensive. My parents have sacrificed a lot, have taken a bank loan. I am confident Al repay the loan. Once I start working, tell me for a young person, what do you think is the most important thing? It is freedom. Freedom to choose your own life, Freedom to pursue your own interest, Freedom to enjoy your own lights provided they are not harmful to you and the society. I feel I was very fortunate to grow up with so much of freedom, like a tree in the forest. Somehow I felt I had seen a stunted bonsai plant in the previous compartment. Thank you.