Broken Road on My Way

BROKEN ROAD

It was a small road in a tiny village, surrounded by trees. Behind the trees was the school building. If you walked on that way, you would eventually reach a hospital where a doctor sat, prescribing bitter medicines to everyone. He had sweet medicine, and after taking the medication, you had to eat sugar immediately. But now, who knows where that doctor is?

A boy was sitting there, perhaps still sitting, and spent the entire afternoon beneath the pole. He loved the village, the Roadway, and the birds there. He loved his place where there was peace and tranquility.
"Get up, my Dear, here is only desolation" because Here is no school or hospital, and all your friends have left the village. 

So, we have to go too. But he disagreed. He believed the birds were his friends, so he would stay here on those damaged Roadways. And I came to the city. There was nothing special about that, but I don't know why I can't forget it.

There was an electric pole on the lane side. In that evening, when the bulb lit up, all the children would play underneath it. By heavy rains, the street. I don't know why I remember that highway and the pole. It would turn into a river, and children would sail their boats here.

Perhaps he is still looking for the school fees he lost on the way. He spent the whole afternoon to search, but he found no money. Without money, he couldn't go to school or back home. I never remember how often he came and went on that road.

He repeatedly looked at the sun to make sure it didn't set. If it set, how would he find money in the darkness? But what does the sun care? So, he sits... He sat down troubled, and maybe he was still sitting there.

Ordinary Route

The same boy who couldn't come to the city. Lied to me with his imaginary stories. He claimed all the birds in the trees along the road were his friends. When other kids weren't around, the birds would come down from the Trees where kids had been playing together. Everyone said it was a lie. Why would that be possible? Everyone said, "If that's true, let's hide and see how the birds come down."

All the boys hid in the bushes, and a boy sat under the tree, but the birds didn't come. No one knew who he was to the birds, but he continued to sit there. Perhaps he is still sitting there, waiting for the birds to play with him. The birds were his friends, but they didn't come, and all the boys started laughing at him.

That boy was a big liar. He said that he was brave and could fight alone against many people. After school, four boys beat him up while walking on the same road, wearing his shirt and searching for buttons. "Stop, let me find the buttons, wait, just a minute... This... this is my pocket. Look, look. Leave the pocket." The pocket was torn, and the buttons were broken.

"Now tell us, you used to know karate. You could fight with many people, now tell us." And the boys left. He searched for buttons, and when all the buttons were found, he realized that his nose was bleeding.

He sat on the roadside and started crying. Maybe he is still sitting there, crying...

How could I have brought him with me? He was stubborn, although the village conditions were no longer the same. It happened because a cruel deity and his followers took control of the village. The dark night of oppression had arrived. The sun rose, but there was no day.

In the black night, if anyone wanted to bring light, they would be punished. Frightened people were gradually leaving that village, and the walls and doors were being demolished, and now termites were eating them. The villagers and the alleys that smiled all day with the noise of children were now deserted and weeping. Even the pole under which children played every evening was sad.

The road had broken even more, and the trees around it had grown. Only the deity's supporters and a few others remained in the village, and tyranny continued. The houses of the faithful were being destroyed, and people couldn't do anything against that deity.

After school, when the deity's henchmen came and asked us to vacate our houses, yes, that house whose every brick was placed with love, those walls that knew machines, machines that knew walls.

That house had to be vacated. So, the belongings were tied up, but that boy was sitting there on the broken road where there were only bushes now. The school had closed, and the doctor who gave bitter medicines was also not coming anymore.

But still, that boy remained there. I tried to explain to him that these people are cruel, and now our survival here is not possible.