One day on my way back from school, I encountered with an abandon tap gushing out water relentlessly. Somebody might have opened it for his benefit and forgot to turn it off.
I was eleven then. My mind and heart were far more behind to taste the grudging air of our system. Maybe that's why, I couldn't stop myself to get in on the act.
I tucked my bicycle in on one side and went to give that tap's mouth a rest.
"Water is precious, water is a gift. Without water, no life can exist!" A teacher had told me a few days ago. I learned it and used it in a nifty way.
"What's your name?" A disembodied voice hit me from behind.
I swung around and saw the owner. An over sixty years old man was scowling at me as if I had been caught nicking something from his garden.
"Sabir." I spoke timidly.
"Which school?" He shifted towards me.
"Havinavi D.V.A.S. High School."
"Hmm!" He nodded his bald head. "I didn't know, Harinavi-School is teaching this kinda stuffs these days. So pathetic!"
He veered onto the tap. I kept on standing there, to see what he was up to.
"Do I send you invitation card to sod off?" He shouted at me.
I got frantic. Yes, I did. I hopped on my bicycle and cleared off his territory. Just before bending over a turn, I glance at him. He hollowed the mouth of that tap again.
I still don't know who that man was or why he did that for. Obviously, it was his choice and I was no one to intervene.
This is the zenith fun of living in a lame democratic country. You can literally do any nefarious act to savor your wish. You mind is free and you can stuff it with anything you want. There is no boundary in thinking at all. Like I have stuffed my head with - "Water is precious, water is a gift. Without water, no life can exist!"
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