(Little boy in the jungle) Location: heard this story from my father when i was small.it was the time of 80′s when my father used to be a teenager and lived in a remote village. there was no facilities over there so he used to travel to town on his cycle for every purpose.I don’t remember the purpose he told me but once he was returning from town to his home and it was too late. the time was around 10:30 in night. as usual he was riding his bicycle, passing through a kuchha road in a small jungle. suddenly he saw a small boy of age around 10 or 12 who was sitting and crying beside the road. my father stopped and asked the matter.He said he was playing outside his home and by mistake he came deep inside the jungle and now he is lost. my father was confused that how his parents allowed him to play in night but still his heart was not ready to leave that child in dark as he was looking scared enough. so, my father asked him his name and address.But he said that he dont know the proper address. my father believed him as he was a child. he asked child about any land mark.the child said that his house is near a hanuman temple having a red flag over it. my father took no time to identify the temple as it was not so far and came in way every time going to town.he dint mind about the night time and decided to take that boy to his house. the boy said if he’ll take him to temple he can go to his house. so my father carried him on bicycle and left. after 15 mins of ride and passing the jungle they reached the temple and my father told that he ll drop him in his house but the child said no, he ll go by himself.but my father dint listen to him as it was too late and he wanted to deliver that child safely. after 2 mins of walking they both reached a house whose door was closed. my father went and knocked. a man in early 30′s came and asked whats the matter. my father told that he found his lost boy he was in jungle and lost his way and he was here to deliver him safely. the man looked here and there. my father looked too.There was no boy. my father said he was right beside me, he might have gone for toilet or so nearby. the man invited my father inside and gave him a glass of water and showed him a photograph. itwas that boy. my father accepted and drank the water. then theman said ” bhaisaab ek baat bolun. pareshaan mat hona. and pls dhyaan se sun na aur darna mat. ye mera beta hi hai but aaj subahhi isk a dehaant ho gaya. ise malaria tha aur iska ilaaj nahin ho payathik se. dopahar ko hi iska antim sanskaar karke aaya hun”my father was dumb fonded for some time and was confused wether to go home or not
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 05:51:30 +0000