"Sentimental love ":
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Ram Bahadur's hands were busy in washing dishes. They looked like machines. Still there were many dishes to be washed. Abruptly, a scream thunders in his ear. "Oh God! This Rame hasn't brought milk to the bay yet? Rame, don't you know it's time to sleep for prince.(alovely name to the son of great)

"yes! Bringing," he shouts. Murmuring himself, why does she always shout, neither brother drinks? I have never got to work on my own way." (Hasting) washing his hands, Starts to warm milk on the gas stove.

A grumbling is heard from Sushila's room, "Still he has no idea. It's already four years he is working in this house, we need to guide for every work. Doesn’t he have mind also? It's already half past eight. How clumsy this is. He is on studying whole night to take SLC. exam. Doesn't his body get affected if there is less care in eating food? Prince, drink a glass of milk, Rame is about to bring," She says to her son.

"No... mummy, I don't have desired to drink milk. Please go to sleep keeping quiet let me read for a while," Sharad says.

"Drink the milk."

"Oh, Ok!", He says being fretful.

"The first service a child does his parents is to make them foolish," Sharmila goes mumbling.

Rame, putting the glass of milk on Sarad's table, says. "Drink the milk, Please."

"Where is mummy?" Sarad asks. (writing)

"She has gone to watch TV"

"Ok, drink this milk yourself. I am not feeling well. She always says me studious son as I am only one to study. " Sarad says giving that milk to Rame.

"Yes, she is right. A studious person should eat a little more. You drink this milk. I don't"

"You keep quite. Don't be more. Aren't you studying? Are you not a student? You should do all the household works yourself. Does any one say you to eat? They do as if they are doing a great welfare giving food for morning and evening. Does this house know your works? Take this and drink now."

"You always do like this. I am always eating as much as I can ! she will finish me if she sees."

"A foolish ass are you not my small brother? Why there is partiality! Take it, drink and come soon to study finishing your work. Go"

Tears splash in Rame's eyes. He can utter no sentences. He goes out swallowing the milk in single breath.

He again starts to write mumbling.

"An ass, to find nowhere ! always drops tears for being loved too. How cheep tears."

He finds the word "ass" loving said by Sarad. The tears fall from his eyes before he is out from the room. He was about in the condition that he could hardly control himself. Trying to control himself he starts to wash the dishes. he looks back to his past from the ocean of Sarad's love.

Ram Bahadur hadn't seen much troubles. He was in the lap of his parents and used to got school. This was his all work. A small sister of around four years, he had. He had to look after his sister while his parents used to go for work. but also he used to find that vexing. There was sufficient property for food and clothing. They had a big farm, as they were farmers. The production from the land would be more than sufficient. But one day the happiness of their whole family was swept away by a flood. All, his parents, sister and farm were (finished) swept away. Now there was no one to listen to his words and show love. Even the sister wouldn't vex him. Alone, completely alone he was in this world now.

what a paradoxical law of God ! It was the situation he had to struggle for himself for his living in the very childhood.

By looking that area he would arise a kind of hatred towards the God's face. He would have a feeling if there were any God in this universe. The flood had left its wave in each people's eyes. There was a drought on some people's chest. Many babies throat were dried. Many people's garments were snatched. Some were left alone. Screams of maternity, volcano of paternity, invocation of father, shriek of affection and love had made the atmosphere heavy.

Sand-sand-sand, nothing except this, could be seen everywhere. It was a deserted colony. government officials were distributing aid. Ram Bahadur was sitting a little far alone with his own mind. A number of thoughts were taking place in his mind. the source of his tears was almost dried weeping a long time. Small Ram Bahadur was sketching various images sinking in his imagination. Sometimes did like saving the images and districting sometimes. He would see sometimes to his father, sometimes to mother and sometimes his sister on the images he sketched. In the same image he would also see every moment of his past.

He would feel displeasing seeing the hands spread for aid. He felt, the people who were not killed by flood were dying now. He was ready to die but couldn't spread his hands. His soul was screaming. The worlds of his mother would often echo in his ears, "Son, one should never beg for living a life. One who begs has to lose prestige. The most important quality to be in a man is self-respect. If one has power of soul, can do anything. god gave these two hands to human beings to labor, not to spread for help. So, one shouldn't be behind the labor. One shouldn't feel shy to work. One should be ashamed of thieving and spreading hands for living. So one should study well to live better and self respecting life. My son studies well, be a great man earn a lot of money, serve to country and take our well care. And also burns us well, don't you?"

"No mother, I don't burn you!" he happens to scream. The memory of pas flees away from his mind hearing his scream. The fame of pyre raises in his eyes. tears start to burst from his eyes to control the flame.

"This Rame, he hasn't done his homework today. What are you doing?" Sarad putting his pen down, watching his watch. It's nine.

"Rame,Rame1" Sarad goes to the kitchen seeing the light. He wonders a while seeing his activities.

Still the dishes were left unwashed. Ram bahadur was sobbing putting his head on knees. Sarad's heart revolts in him. His hands automatically go to caress his back. The tears burst from the eyes of Ram Bahadur getting a sympathetic touch and express his mental agony putting his head on Sarad's lap.

Sarad asks caressing to Ram Bahadur. "What happened? did mummy say anything. did daddy say anything? or did Sushil beat?" but getting negative answered of all the questions' the wave of love raised in his heart. Sarad knew that Rame was chased by his past. Occasionally it happened to Ram Bahadur. Sarad had a strange love in his heart towards Ram Bahadur. Today Sarad has been victimized by that emotional love and goes back to the view of his first meeting with Ram Bahadur.

Sarad was a scout member of a school. A group of scout students were taken to the spot for the aid of flood-sufferers. there was a commotion everywhere. The tears were dried in no one's eyes. the aids were being distributed from the government as well as privates sectors. All were receiving standing on line.

A boy of around nine years was sitting sketching and erasing the images in sand. Sarad was observing the boy sitting alone for six hours. All the people had already received the aid. Sarad had also seen few people go and talk with him. After sometimes Sarad also went there seeing the people gathered.

Many people suggested and persuaded him to take the aids-but he did take nothing. People were amazed. It was the third day after found. Since three days he hadn't eaten any food. He had no courage to stand and walk, perhaps because of his hunger. His eyes were sunk in. The signs of dried tears were still on his cheek. The waving commotion in his eyes was succeeding to crush the peoples' heart into pieces. His silent revolution was echoing in every people's ears. There were biscuits everywhere around him but one of his eyes was there. He had not a bit of greed towards the biscuits though he was dried by hunger from within. Persistently, he was making images with fingers in the sand left by water. He was sketching and labeling. Sometimes he used to look at the crowd raising his head.

Once the boy's eyes happened to encounter with Sarad's eyes while looking at the crowd. A tumult broke in Saradn's heart seeing his revolutionary eyes. Sarad saw the images of his small bother in those deceitless eyes. The longer he looked the greater present of his own brother(small) he found in him. Actually Sarad himself was child at that time. He was only fourteen years old. Sarad couldn't control himself seeing such misfortune of his own brother and started to cry embracing him. for a moment, the boy (Ram Bahadur) was astonished but his heart melted by the loving touch of Sarad. In a way he was already melted, but now he completely became a liquid.

A commotion spread in the crowd. Though sarad's teachers tried to control and console him. but Sarad himself was crying saying, "my brother ! My child!! How it happened to come in your life ! I came my brother, don't cry I am here for your. Don't cry my child, don't cry ... )

All of the people's eyes were wet by the very event. Nobody dared persuade them, were serious themselves instead. The storm of their hearts became peaceful after along time. The child (boy) Ram bahadur got an elder brother. Sarad brought Ram Bahadur to his house counseling and taking help of the people and his teachers. But Ram Bahadur had a condition of "I don't eat without doing work."

At the beginning Sarmila was surprised to see Sarad come with a child. (boy) Also she was happy to get a boy to help in her work. He was doing only some minor works in those days but has lived covering all the household works now but also he has to her scolding words. he has to bear the beating of Sushil, more than others. Seeing his brother loving more to Ram Bahadur, Sushil was jealous to Ram Bahadur.

He had got everything in Sarad's love. Ram Bahdur had got opportunity of schooling for Sarad insisted the family to send him to school, otherwise he would also not go. Ram bahdur was reading in class seven in a government school now.

Both of their waves & tides had come low by this time. Ram Bahdur raises his head from the lap of Sarad. Sarad, caressing his cheeks, says "foolish ass... you were crying yourself but you are always making me cry too. I know what I do if you cry next. Now, come to read soon finishing your work. I promise I will keep you whole night with your book. You might not have done any one's homework?" Sarad stands up with the sign of love in his forehead.

Ram Bahadur loses himself by his love. The tears of happiness appear in his eyes again. A kind of strange active ness seems in his eyes again. the more respect grows in his heart. Determining to pass his whole life being the shadow of Sarad gets him enthralled towards the emotional love of Sarad, - Ram Bahadur.