Mother was uncomfortable opening the door of the hotel. What he heard then… after opening the door… he was relieved to see the boy with the baby face of the room service in front of him. The boy brought their dinner. As soon as the boy entered the room, a bone-chilling gust of icy cold wind came. The heat of the room heater is like a farewell moment!
The door opened and the soil stood aside to allow the boy to enter the room. The boy placed the tray on the center table and arranged the dishes neatly. And the jug of water, and the coffee pot, put them on the cupboard next to the sofa. Then he smiled and asked if he needed anything else. When the soil shook its head, the boy said in broken Bengali.“Hello, the room will be cold, he will sleep and eat quickly. If our room is empty, ring the bell, then tell the reception over the phone. We will come and drink.”
Soil-heavy curiosity! How did this boy learn Bengali in an almost unknown small town of Patnit, five-six hours away from Jammu? asked the soil. The Kashmiri boy said that he stayed with his uncle for three to four years in Calcutta in search of Kashmiri shawls. That’s when he learned Bengali. Now the parents are old, Joan is the sister at home, so she has returned to the village. Their house is on the walking path in Patnitpe. Working in the hotel, the extra food, and the gratuity received from the people who came to the hotel to visit the upper alliance with Mine, they got away with it. His father also gets the job of guarding the apple orchard sometimes. And his name is Adil. Smiling sweetly over afternoon coffee mugs, the boy turned around to leave. then said,
“Aur ek baat, doorwaza andar seh well se jiin din, raat may janwali bahar hai.”
Mittika smiled and nodded “yes”.
