“There is a natural fact in human beings that every moment in their childhood gets erased. They don’t recall how they spent their day. Whatever they did in the morning or that day would all be forgotten the very next day. The things they did or people they contacted, they would fear everything again. And gradually, with their age increasing, they would accommodate and start to explore it themselves.

“But for me, I knew all. I could remember accurately where or what was there. Perhaps my mentality was extraordinarily acute due to which I was an erudite person more than what others can imagine.”

In the present, under the clear night sky, the two buddies were sitting in silence, just like the night besieging them. No crackers cracking, no mosquitoes buzzing around, no bats clicking, everything around them was pin-drop silent without the slightest movement of the wind. It was paused as though the time has been frozen for them.

For Akki, he was silent like the night, not ready to speak out a lot and had no courage to open his mouth anymore.

There was vibration drizzling inside him, quaking him to open up his box. The voice box that he kept locked inside himself without a key to open it was fighting ready to burst up itself.

Staring at the floating river, Akki watched it floating without a single breath exhaling or inhaling from his organ.

“Akki?” called Ramic.

“Yes?” surprised the fellow beside him.

“Didn’t it sometimes feel relief for being there? Just for once or at least a day. It’s not like you always had torment and sadness at that home. I mean, don’t get the wrong idea but, there should be something that made a day bright than all. I assume something was there, right?”

Upon hearing this, Akki chuckled, a decent one that kind of surprised even Ramic but, then he smiled nodding.

Akki coughed a little after hearing this and answered,

“It’s not always the same. You have the point that all days of childhood shouldn’t be a torment one but, about your question, yes, there were two, not just one you say.”

Ramic smiled convincingly “then, go on my friend. Do not stop in your agony. Please keep narrating your page of life.”

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On this Akki’s expression faded away, and he began hiding his eyes under his hat “well, about the part that didn’t seem sadden or dark. There was a day that was kind of different from regular hours.”

Akki continued, “when I was two in our kindergarten there was a lesson of caring for animals. We had every small animal in our fields: Aristo fox, Arirto Cat, Pasmina rabbit, little humming birds all these little pets were in our little farm. And for every class, there was a fixed farm animal to take care of. For my class, we had Pasmina rabbits.

“During break times, every nurse had a responsibility that they would take fifteen children to the orphanage farm and show them the pets.

“In this part, every child felt very happy to see them. They would cheer for the animals when it’s pacing out of it’s little house as though a chief guest had arrived. All children had the same complexion for the farm animals. Cheering, screaming, hopping up in joy for them. The funny thing was the animals were used to their loud screams. They won’t run away into their houses or escape them. It was as thou, these animals knew how active and joyous these naughty children were so they never minded about them.

“On the farm there were nearly five of the rabbits and all healthy and fit. The children would rush in to them carrying bushes, carrots, water bowls and happily feed the pets. Everyone enjoyed this time of the day.

“Under the late afternoon sky, on the side, square lawn, there was a large farmhouse built with cage wall, wooden doors and strong roof for protection from all sorts of weather. From sunny daylight to dark night, blazing summer to harsh winter, to hailstorm to the snowfall, that roof was always strong. There were nearly twenty cages built on the side lawn. Each had different animals inside them.

“As I mentioned earlier, we had rabbits nearly five of them and everyone fed them till their bellies were full.

“Under the custody of the nurses, all the fourteen children used to feed them in happiness. Whereas I, as always I had to wait by the side for my turn. Basically, by some mercy of the teacher of the house, last seven minutes were spared for mine. They brought me to the pets just to watch.

There were rules on me, such as no touch, no stroking, no feeding, no caring. Nothing was allowed for me. With my hands down, I had to just watch and so was the nurse by my side. “She would fix her eyes on me like an eagle, guarding every movement of mine as she was prepared to abandon me from the farm any minute.

“Yet, even though there was strictness on me, on the bright side, these boundaries were broken off,

By whom?

By the animals themselves.

“Like every child had their own favorite rabbit to feed, touch them, or play with it, I was the luckiest one of all. I had all five for myself. All the five rabbits would hop towards me, rub themselves on me, stroke their heads on my unmovable hands. They always played in excitement near me. Jumping, hoping and running around me as though they were having fun alone with me.

“I was seen like they were waiting for the other kids to move out and then when my turn would come, all would run to me like kindergarten kids running to their playground for some fun.

“The same was for me. I use to laugh as I had fun even though I wasn’t allowed to touch them. However, it played a clear picture that the animals loved me more than anyone else among the children. No matter how hard the kids tried making them happy so they could come to them, these animals wouldn’t even make any movement of friendly hopping or jumping around for them.

“And not just that, when they were ordered to move out, these five rabbits would stare at the door from their backs. Once I enter, all would hop like a frog running straight to me even before I enter inside.

“It can’t be helped and couldn’t be explained, including the nurse in-charged for our small trip into the farmhouse. Even she couldn’t understand what or how were these rabbits growing friendly with me rather that the whole classroom. It was never understood, nor can I say anything.”