"Friend,friend
We smile at first for nothing from nowhere
But the smile,make us to feel special.
Friend, friend
Now you all gonna think it
Isn't right for me to say it
Yes, friendship start from that"
Studying abroad away from my hometown I came back home right after my board exam,due to a pandemic occurred to that very year , an academic was all closed,no gathering, no transportation and marketing as well.A college students from far and near were coming back to their own places (Home) within the given limited time.
It was a month of November,on a cold morning I ran to a pharmacy where I met the man for the very first time after long ago.
"Eight years back ,when I was about ten years old. I was swimming with the man in the river I don't know how to swim yet, I enjoyed a lot with cool water as the weather was extremely hot in a summer month of June, we usually do plantation for our livelihood , agriculture was our first and foremost activities on the country side. We used primitive technology for ploughing, seedling, planting, weeding ,harvesting and irrigation through a canal made with stone build up about 7-8 feet ,along with straw usually stored after threshing during harvest and some plastic.
Accidentally, I was swiped by the cold running water that flows with its own energy and ability to brought anything. Suddenly , I could feel the situation like how 'William Douglas' explained in his beautiful story ' Deep Water'. How he and I struggle so much to overcome it, when you came across the line of his story. I was drowned, trying really hard all myself but, I couldn't. All I remember was a few time passed the man saved me out from the deep river bow." The difference is he (William Douglas) overcome the fear of water in his story but still I'm scared of water.
I came to pharmacy to buy a cotton,he (the man) was dressing his own leg that has a deep cut.
'Oh how do you do it that?' I questioned with curiosity.
'Mistakenly it happen by myself when I chopped a wood, down the brook over there.' He answered back.
We were just a stranger at all I know his good name,hope he do the same that's all. I don't feel satisfied to see the ointment he applied to the wound so ,I requested him to come over to my home to paste an ointment that would healed and cured it earlier. He came twice a time , the wound healed in no time, he thanks for that with a gratitude. I accepted okay! No problem .
A days goes on..., a week pass by... One day when the weather was a bit foggy , passing along the way to their home all of sudden a heavy downpour came so, I ran up to their corridor to take a sheltered. There out in the rain uff! He might get electric shock , struggling to fixed electricity to his own room with a long dry bamboo stick covered with some clothes .
'Hey I'll come over to helped you?' I asked.
'Nope , it's raining.' He said.
Yet I helped him out ,I did what he instructed me to.
That was the second met he flutters and said ' Ahh! Thank You so much for I always took your helped ,and you spend your time for me when we met.'
I left, as the rain calm down without a word to give it back on his appreciation, that was my attitude for who I am.