Today he was so happy and excited that his mother is feeding him. For long he wished for this love and care.
"You like this food my son?"
"Yes mom, you are so sweet, but promise me that you will not go anywhere now.
"Mom.......Mom......Mommmmmmmmm"
It took him sometime to realize that he was dreaming and when he came out of his imagination he found himself again at that small tea stall in Bandra where he came two years back after leaving his home and family in Meerut.
"Maharaj, can you do some work now if you have finished with sleeping" shouted Shaymu.
"Ji Ustaad"
Life had become boring and routine for him in last two years. He came to this city to earn some money and become a big man but destiny took him to a small tea stall and made him a tea boy. His feelings, dreams and big plans all are gone in vapors and life is just a tea holder with six glasses full of hot tea in it.
Lost in his thoughts he was serving tea when suddenly his foot got stuck in a table and he fell on the ground with six full tea glasses.
"Bastard, cant work properly, Gawaar" Shyamu slapped him twice.
Raju started crying and went away from the tea stall. He kept on walking in busy lanes of Bandra and after an hour when he reached Bandra Terminus, his eyes were watery. He still remember that day when he left his home just because his father slapped him for not going to school. Imprints of both slaps were there, one on his cheeks and one on his heart but there was a difference between these two hands. The hand of his father had a "Touch" which contained love in it.
He boarded next train towards him home.
He was missing that touch of his father.
