...digressions from econometrics

Sometimes he comes in my dreams
With those big inquisitive eyes
He opens his mouth and thoughtfully says
‘Didi, will I also don
That elegant graduation gown
Someday, sometime?
And get to fling those hats in the air
The way you did in the lush green lawns?’


Sometimes he peeps from my econometrics book
From within those mysterious greek symbols
With the same old smile looking up the sky
Gazing at the plane passing by
He quips.
‘Didi, will I get to fly that plane
Someday sometime
And shout a big Namaste down here
To you from above the skies and clouds?’


Sometimes he just sits and stares
Without a smile, that mysterious face
His eyes searching for answers as if
To the endless doubts and questions he buries
Deep within his generous heart.
He just stares and stares and stares at me
Little Keshu.

*Keshu was an Eclair kid, exceptionally intelligent and a gem - like most other children of migrant labourers, he migrated back from Delhi to his village with his parents to some place in Madhya Pradesh. We had got him enrolled in school and taught him among other kids at Roop Nagar, Delhi and then by sheer luck, his parents were employed by our college contractor next year to build the wall in the Science block, he would tread the corridoors of the country's best institution with his bare feet and keep up his quest for knowledge --- I don't know if I get to meet him anytime in future... thats an abysmally low probability...hmmm but who cares about probabilities, miracles do happen! I keep my fingers crossed, probably one day he will google his name and somehow land on this blog and discover his didi again....fingers crossed. God bless Keshu!