She had smiled at me. And we were kindred. Nothing else bound us together, but that smile. She knew I cared at some level. And she was a comfort to me in this place of loneliness. Like a shade in the wilderness. You need to go home but you still pause by for relief. She had smiled and that’s how it all began.
I was new to the city. Silchar… It was like a culture shock to me. No… I’m a South-Indian who has been brought in Rajasthan. And that’s too much of a mixed culture and an identity crisis. And I’d never really thought that I’d ever be facing a culture shock. And here I was… Seventeen, alone, in a place where I knew nobody, where everybody went about their business… And me? I was just lost.
Maybe it was not just the vast differences in the cultures I had been brought up with; maybe it was all that busy life… College had started a month ago and I had joined after the second counseling. I was late… The course had progressed to a point where I could not make head or tail what teachers were really teaching. My batch mates were busy with the rehearsals for the Fresher’s meet. Everybody was busy, doing one thing or the other. Studying for an upcoming test, rehearsing late till late into the night, learning the senior’s names… everyone was busy. And I was just new, sticking out like a sore thumb. It did get lonely in those times.
We had been asked not to go out by ourselves. And I didn’t really know the language. It wasn’t safe. But I needed to get my apron from the tailor, if I wanted to attend class the next day. I already had a backlog of over a month. I had to step out of my comfort zone and go out. In that moment it was necessary. And I decided it was time for me get things done for myself.
It was a September evening. 3rd of September, 2011. I remember being apprehensive of being out alone in the streets. Even within the campus, even in the late hours of the evening there were too many people to my liking. And I had a sense of fear and thrill. The fear and thrill of a first time. The strange kind of a thrill that engulfs you when you know that nobody there knows you or recognizes you. The strange feeling of fear when you realize that if something goes wrong in that moment, nobody would really care or help.
No, I had never been out alone. The sheltered child that i was, I had learnt to drive a car but I had never been allowed to go to the shop across the street alone. And so, I decided not to tell my parents that I’d be going out alone to the market to get my things. That very evening they had left me alone in this new city, with lots of advice on how I should stay safe. I decided to go out get my work done and return back in a jiffy.
I have a habit of being too lost in myself. When I am with me, the world stops mattering. Time stops, people vanish. I and my thoughts are home. And that day wasn’t too different.
Forgetting all my plans of coming back to hostel as fast as possible and laying caution to the winds, I went about thinking to myself. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts of being awfully busy and alone that I did not notice. I had walked till the college gate and I was suddenly stopped by a shout. ‘Ohh Mashie!!! Chocolate do na…’ Beggars are very common in India. And to be very honest, I wasn’t very shocked to be in that situation. I decided to walk unfazed by the voice. But she called again.
This time, I just couldn’t help but turn around and look at her. Our eyes met. And she smiled. And something changed.
If you ask me today, I’ll honestly tell you that I was very happy coming to Silchar. I was very happy to be in the college. But, even in that happiness, something just made me lose touch of myself. It is like a bath in the hot waters on a chilly winter morning. You are numb for a while. You like the heat, the way it feels against the skin, but you’re still numb. Waiting for the shift to settle in. And now I think of it, maybe it was me waiting to get settled in, become comfortable.
She was hardly five. She sat on the road side with her mother. No slippers in her feet, a torn frock on her body, she sat there with her mother egging her on to ask for more. I looked at her. And I somehow could not bring myself to ignore her and go ahead. She looked at me with hopeful eyes, and yet her eyes had that glint of mischief in them. She reminded me of all that i had and she could not have. Of all that I took for granted and she thought of as a luxury. Of all that which was normal for me and what wasn’t for her. And yet she smiled. In all of that depravity, she smiled.
I remember telling her to wait for me. And for a second her face dropped. I told her that I’d bring something for her. She smiled yet again. I rushed back to finish the work I had come out to do, stopped at a shop to buy some eatable for her. Returning to the spot, I handed her the packet and the smile that now adorned her face was that knowing smile yet filled with gratitude. And as days passed it became a routine for us. Whenever I would go out, I would see her smile at me. Only that, now she did not have to ask, I knew I was supposed to bring food for her.
It has been some time since I saw her. She no longer sits there with her mother. Though her mother still sits there. I feel the urge to go ahead and ask about her, but I just cannot. At least I haven’t been able to till now. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. I’m scared of what she’ll reveal. And so I very conveniently stop myself.
When I think of her, I feel that I could have done a bit more for her. Maybe brought in books, taken her to school. I don’t even know her name. I don’t know why I did not muster the courage to do all of that. And now I think of her, I’m reminded of that smile. I go about the guilt trip, come back saying I didn’t know and that I’m not mature enough… but I remember her, with a fond smile.
Many have criticized me for doing what i did. Many have told me that I’m encouraging her to go on begging. To see this as an easy means of living. But they don’t see it the way I see it. I did not do it for her as much I did it for me. And right now, I write this not for her. I’m not writing this to relieve myself of my guilt. I write this for me. To simply keep a memory of her. To remember with fond remembrance, that smile that settled me in this world which was too busy and lonely for me.
-Ahuvya