The wonders of the world are made by men- who knew and felt love through hunger and pain.
The electricity was sparse it told about people and the livelihood for them; using either the flammable resources or generators. Though latter was only for people who felt the need of luxury at the minimal. As I sat there looking towards the long unfinished marvel of mankind.
I heard the song and saw the dark shadows of people along with the silent boats moving under the slow breeze. I think it was the songs which attracted the fishes but maybe it was life for this people- The cry for hunger. The grave poverty around this region where people saw death and life tied through one string of hunger. The moonlight was braving against the darkness providing the perfect symphony for the darkness to perform a duel. As the night passed the number boats floating in the shallow water of lake had increased, they were seen using small torches to keep away from crashing into one another. I had now moved down from the little shanty built beside the lake. The lake was dug by humans to feed the need of more than 10 villages nearby and 3 miles down the road you could still see a India and Bangladesh border.
As I got closer to the water it was an engulfing silence which haunted me. More than 20 boats in the lake and still it was as silent as the night not an insect sang. The silence was so defying that I could hear the far house where the cooker whistled. Suddenly a boat came ashore in front of me and two men got out along with small boy holding a neatly folded net. The small boy carried on without stopping for the men while they men tied their boat to a rock.
They hadn’t seen me till now but as they saw me, they lighted a small candle and kept in front of me.
It’s an old saying that men don’t understand words they understand the glass they hold.
They smiled through the candle light and offered me a glass, a stainless steel glass of drink. They laughed looking at me as I smelled it initially, “Don’t worry it’s just a wine.”
I asked them “Aren’t they afraid carrying such a small boat without safety equipments in such a huge lake. “
One of them who had finished his drink said “We have been doing this for all our lives. We live on this lake, the daily fishing we do is our daily food. Rest of which remains we sell in the market and earn. This is our cycle of life and we enjoy this part. We only live hand to mouth. The little guy who took the net had some fishes the mother will cook now and then they would eat.”
As I got lost in my thoughts of living under night sky, both of the men started talking about going back. After which they washed the glasses with lake water and started untying the boat. They waved at me and went forwards towards their livelihood.