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“My favorite notes on dreams” 

By: Anoop Jacob

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My Elder Brother Charlie

Ramu was bit confused about how to further respond to the blonde. “Happy…. Thank you….

Huh.. sorry..” all these words came into his mind like drops in a stream. Finally, that which

came out was, “ohhh… that‟s OK..” Ramu felt proud of himself for releasing a moderately

fair response.

He continued his way to the bus shelter. It was slightly raining and becoming colder as he

walked through the foot path. An old man corrected his watch by asking Ramu. “But, how

exciting and unbelievable experience is this for me like a filthy, poor idiot to have all these

respect??!!!!” he thought of himself. His became more confident by now.

Pappi mother of Farhan who stayed close to Ramu‟s house always called him fool. But he

knew that she likes him. The news of him going abroad made her wonder and thoughtful,

which she shared with her friend Kausalya. Ramu was then told by Kausalya about that and

more…. 

After a long walk he reached at the bus shelter. By then he was fully wet as the rain was

at its peak making everywhere rusty. The shelter was full as the crowd was there to keep

themselves away from the dirty rain. He joined them and tried to get his space in there.

People were pushing him out because they did not like to share their comfort with a noble

idiot (as he would have ever thought of himself!). Suddenly a female voice caught in his

ears and all looked around to find it. She was a middle aged seriously looking woman with

heavily painted lips and eye lids. “Let him come in and join me here… He is my friend” the

voice ended there. Ramu said “thank God” in and “Thank you” out and jumped to her with

his wet and nasty bundles. He saw people murmuring and staring at him as if he snatched

their space.

“Hey buddy… how‟ you doing.. ehhh?!!!.. where‟  you from…?!!!!...” The beautiful lady of 6‟ tall

with curled hair and tightly packed belly asked him by bending at him close. He smelledtobacco and some cheap perfume. But altogether the breath was perfect and he enjoyed

it. Ramu replied in his internationally accepted Mediterranean tongue, “am Mr. Ramu… from

India near China. „There was not much to say about his country because his stock of

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“My favorite notes on dreams” 

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prepared responses was over with those explanations and in her second long breathe ‟. It

made him faint because of the thick fragrance of royal lilies or even rotten cheese or else,

“what”!!!! Ramu asked himself and found no answer.

The lady was a local beauty and public property. But this newspaper secret was not known

to Ramu, as he would find all very helpful and dear. “Hello dear, wanu have a company?... you

come close dude…” these „lovely‟ words of that lady but woke him up to the reality. But he

was in a way trapped and not empowered enough at that moment to escape from the scene.

“No… thanks”… Ramu was sweating and literally shivering to pale.

A strong gentle man came to the shelter and stood close to Ramu. He was wearing a long

coat and hat. A lighted cigar was protruding through the lips. “Hello friend…” Ramu tried

to get into his company as a defense to his unfortunate stand. At first call the stranger

did not respond. “ Is he your friend you gay?.... why don‟t you come to me you idiot?....” 

slowly the tone of lady turned rude and that made the stranger look at Ramu. ”You nasty

harlot, what do you want…. etc, etc….”@#***##” that was a feast of words from the

stranger with self defined meaning and high lexical value. He then turned to Ramu, took

one of his bundle and asked him to follow.

He was Charlie who made Ramu to become a powerful gentleman- Mr. Ramkumar Tripati.

……………… will be continued