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The Brave Story of Cheentee

The Brave Story of Cheentee

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A story about an encounter with a young boy, Cheentee, who has lived in poverty his entire life. Discover the hardship and struggles of the less fortunate.

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It was a cold winter morning. It was 6:30 a.m. when I checked my watch. I had a train to board. My taxi was ready waiting outside my house. I came out of my house, sat on the backseat of the taxi, and I asked the driver to drive as fast as possible. 

I reached the station at about 7:15 a.m. and went to my designated platform. There I sat upon a bench, and unfortunately, I didn’t bring any books with me. Normally, whenever I travel, I keep some books with me so that I don’t feel too bored. This time, my train was delayed by thirty minutes. 

The Triangle

Samosa

Suddenly, something captured my eyes. I had seen this many times whenever I came to a railway platform, but never really noticed. Some children were selling something, holding a large container with their tiny little hands, most likely samosas. I sat on the bench and was carefully observing those boys. 

One of them came towards the way I was sitting, and screaming ‘Samosa, garma garam samosa’. Those children were all very weak and needed food. The boy came toward me slowly. He came nearer, and we looked at each other for almost 5 seconds. He asked ‘want some?’ through his glances along with facial expressions. I said no, so he moved on. Even though I was hungry, I don’t like to eat filling foods in the morning. 

He passed the bench I sat on, but I was still looking at him. He moved on and passes a few more benches, and I stared at him until he was not visible. My stomach ached, and it was like my stomach said to me, ‘I am empty’, and I realized I need to fuel my machine. 

I slowly rose up from my bench and went to a store near where my belongings were kept. I bought a packet of biscuits and sliced cakes. I paid the man at the counter and was going to move away when I realized that someone was watching me. I turned around and saw the samosa selling boy looking at me. His hunger could be felt from his looks. I moved towards the counter once again and was going to buy the same things again for him, and then I realized that his friends were watching us too. 

Meeting Cheentee

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So, I bought two big packs of biscuits and cakes and paid the man. I took those from the counters and kneeled to give those to the boy. Then I noticed the boy carefully. I saw the boy had a beautiful pair of eyes with innocence. His hair was dry and rusty, and he had dark patches of dirt all over his face and body. I was going to give the food to him. 

I noticed there was a large burn mark in his hand, I asked him, “what had happened?” His voice of innocence raised and answered in a sobbing voice ‘Hot oil of samosas’. I asked if he made those samosas or not. He answered no. I then asked him how he burned his hand. He said ‘Sethji dipped it in the hot oil’ and his eyes were filled with tears. 

I was shocked after hearing this. I told him to go and share those with his friends. He was just 7 or 8 years old, and this is how the children of our country are treated. I was angry and sad at the same time. I was angry with Seth and sad for that boy. I rose from the ground and moved towards the bench. I was thinking about how it feels to get a hand burn. I was shivering and had goosebumps all over my body as I was thinking about burning hands and hot oil. 

I was thinking that that boy had to deal with a lot of pain. I dropped onto the bench. I opened the packet of biscuits and popped a biscuit in my mouth. I chewed it and I couldn’t taste the chocolate flavor. I had some strange feeling; I don’t know what it was. I looked at all of those children eating biscuits and cakes. It seemed like they were enjoying something they never had. They were giggling over some silly jokes and were having some pleasant time apart from selling samosas. 

They finished their treat of cakes and biscuits, and once again started selling those samosas. The boy came towards me, stood near me, and said “Thank you”. I told him to sit next to me. He did.

The Friendship

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Cheentee” he replied with a smile. He looked so lean.

“What’s your name?” he added. I told him my name, and asked him “so how long have you been here?”

“Since I was 5, and now I’m 8,” he said. “And how long have you been doing this samosa business?” I asked, he said “for the last two years. Before then, I used to beg for a living.” So I asked, “What about this business?” “It’s going well. At least we get two times of foods to eat, which was better than the previous,” he said. 

“How many samosas you have to sell daily?” I just wondered how hard they had to work for Seth. He politely answered ’10 containers and each container contains 20-25 samosas.’ That means these little children had to sell 250 samosas daily. I then asked ‘How much does each samosa cost?’ He said ‘5 rupees each, and sometimes some passengers bargain and lower it to 4’. 

I added, ‘How much money do you make from this?’ he said ‘5 rupees for each container’. So according to the stats I recorded the Seth makes 1000-1250 from each of these boys and there are 10-15 of them and pays only 50, that’s very unfair. ‘Does this Seth give you food and place to live?’ I asked. ‘No,’ he answered ‘I eat at that Hindu hotel near the station and sleep on the platforms and sometimes on the overbridge’. 

I was speechless. I was going to ask him something, but before that, he said ‘Oh shit its Khabri’ and ran away from there. I sat upon the bench unable to comprehend what had just happened. The next moment, I heard an announcement, which was for the train I was heading to. 

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

Suddenly, I heard a voice that I recognized. It was Cheentee’s. I opened my eyes and looked up. Cheentee was selling those samosas. He came towards me without realizing that it was me. He looked at me and once again we looked at each other for the last time. He stopped and came near me. I asked why he left. ‘That gand chatwa khabri came, so I had to leave.’ This is the reality and this is how they speak. 

They never went to school, nor do they have anyone to teach them how to talk. I asked who this Khabri is. He said, ‘that harami Seth has set a boy at our back, he tells him what we do’ Then he said ‘I need to go, time for some business’. I smiled at him; he smiled back at me and left. 

Though he left I could hear his voice, which was slowly ceasing, and after some time, I could not hear it anymore. It was lost somewhere in the train. Somewhere between the voice of people chatting, and the noises of the train honk and clickety-clack. But, somewhere in my mind, I could hear it. I rang in my mind like an alarm ‘Samosa, garam garam samosa’.

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My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. cheentee cheentee

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. cheentee cheentee

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. cheentee cheentee

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. cheentee cheentee

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. cheentee cheentee

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. cheentee cheentee

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

My train had arrived at its designated platform. I ran toward the compartment and I got in the train. I searched for my seat, and when I get seated, I looked through the window. I could see those boys roaming here and there with the containers in their hands and screaming to sell those off. I closed my eyes and was thinking of those children and how they were treated. I thought of the boy named ‘Cheentee’, and I got so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t realize that, the train had already left the station. 

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