World of Oblivious Privileges

As this was my first time going to our lower farms in the village, I drove slowly on my bicycle, so that I can see everything on the way and also pace up with my father who refused to take his bike but preferred walking instead.

 

After some time of riding, we found ourselves halfway to the farms. The road had become a little bumpy and irregular, where each stone in the way opposed my bicycle. It was turning hard as the time was moving with my bicycle. I began to feel sweaty.

“Hey, stop,” my father said, "Look at this girl in the farm carefully." I glanced and observed that girl but couldn't notice anything special so went on with my imperfect riding. Finally, we were on our farm. Everywhere only shades of brown and green. I enjoyed the mango Dad plucked and gave me. It's ripeness sliding through my throat.

Every rare breeze that had come, had made me relax but again I had shifted to the complaining mode when the breeze would go. Like every summer, this summer also, I spent visiting my parents and village. Why wouldn't I be complaining? It was my summer holiday time and nobody could take this right of enjoying it, from me. With this thought in my mind, I had been skipping my homework and riding my bicycle for the whole day since the past few days. Outside was the huge fireball burning which had stopped me from playing my bicycle. I lay on the floor and looked at the fan spinning, hanging lazily on the ceiling. It wasn't able to give me breeze are hardly any breeze."Why can't It move the fastest speed it has?" I complained in the warm air.No answer, so I turned on my side and ignored it. After some time my father came from the market.

" How can you work under this huge sun? Why don't you rest and sleep?" I asked wondering at his hard work.

 "No, I am not tired of working. I also have to go to the lower farms for the check of the construction site beside our farms."

  We have two farms- the upper farm is outside the village and the lower farm at the edge of the village. I asked him if I could also come, not wanting to lose any chance of riding my bicycle because of the Sun, unlike any other Sunny-Summer-Day. So, why wouldn't I go? As soon as he agreed, I ran to the shed unparking my bicycle with him following while walking. We were ready to go back home from the farm. I was excited to go back home because this time there were more slopes than heights to ride, on the way back home. On the way back home, my dad made me stand near the shed where the girl was having a break from her farmwork and enjoying her ripe mangoes.

 "She is a strong girl," he said.

"Why?"I asked, eager to know about a stranger, but also more restless to go home and rest rather than standing on the way with my bicycle after a long ride in the Sun.

 "Her father has left them, she has to help her mother with the farm and home. She has to take care of her siblings and also go to school. Her family lives in that hut on the farm. Her grandfather leaves her to the bus stop every day. She does not have everything but is happy and enjoys her life," he said looking at her in admiration.

 As far as I knew, there was no school in the village. It means that she would be travelling to the city alone every day. Plus, living in a rural area. I was shocked and speechless. I didn't say anything.

 "Whenever I visit our farm in the afternoon, she is always there working and doing something on the farm," he smiled.

While turning my bicycle, I was almost ready to go when I took a glance and saw that on the wooden door of the hut were chalk scribbles of maths formulas. I tried to understand but it was hard to. I glanced at them in amazement as if I understood all and was making a connection. After a moment, my head turned at her. After the break, she again proceeded towards the farms, all ready to work. I looked ahead and started paddling.

On the way, even though we both were silent the flooding thoughts blabbered my mind. I was going with my swift bicycle this time on a better plain road, even though my thighs ached from riding. As I reached home, I was all tired, I felt satisfied and was probably the happiest. I was all wet with sweat. I sat on the cot calmly drinking water and enjoying every sip of it touching my dry throat. After a moment, I found myself on the floor again wondering at the fan. I relaxed when the air touched me to dry my sweat. I cooled down. She had almost nothing but was content and I had almost everything still I was complaining about silly things in my life. I looked at the fan carefully and at its efforts in making the room cool with the fastest speed it had.