Sharing tiffin box meals is common in schools and colleges. It has also come into the lives of people like me like dull dried chillies. But love for tiffin box brought a peppery taste to life like veg soup.
If I tell the story roughly in one liners or shortcuts then I start like this, I am known to everyone as Charu. The name was obtained in the reign of student politics. Everyone grew up in college, I grew a little bigger. In fact, there was only one reason for being quite arrogant. I did not study with my parents' money. I used to teach college. After trying for two years, I got a chance at the number one polytechnic institute in the city. So the foot has not worn the ground in pride since then.
I still haven't stopped commuting to the old college. The union room is in my possession. Everyone respects me a little, but Srabanti Behen, being a J-type girl, doesn't care about me. He thinks he doesn't know me. I feel deeply humiliated.
Punishment should be given, girl is good in studies again, so rigging cannot be done. So attacking or targeting is Tiffin Box. His tiffin was stolen and eaten. I observed for three days, he came to the chief canteen, asked the price of food and then left after eating biscuits. And coming home late.
On the third day, he was called to the union room. was asked Why he does not eat tiffin in the canteen.
He replied, "Such a joke is like us, stupid children are dressed as children." He is 'another dependant' so he has to live as a lot. Pointing at me a little directly, he said, "By whose grace this work has been done." He will not understand that. Because he became a man with a golden spoon in his mouth."
When one of his girlfriend's words got on him, he protested a little and said, "We have no desire to eat your tiffin, so bring that fried potato and three breads. Charuda just ate them, I don't know how."
A tiffin box really reveals the economic identity of people. Maybe that's why I was once shy to take tiffin to school. Today everything has changed for dad to get a job. I've never suffered so much though. But I was waiting for his reply. He lives in my house so he knows my Nadi-Nakshatra. But he could not think that he would suddenly 'break the pot'.
He said, "The man who, while poaching eggs, burns the eggs, when he goes to make bread, he will make a map of Australia or Sri Lanka, and they can be called bread instead of bread." So hopefully my food will not be inedible to him. We are all born naked, as a result of some historical conspiracy, in your tiffin box, noodles, pasta, and dry bread in my box, sometimes onion panta, and I am not ashamed of it. Because once upon a time there were no rich people or poor people in the world. It's made."
While everyone in the union room fell silent, I was not one to remain silent. The next day I stole the tiffin box and ate the tiffin and left a note. What was written on it?
It was written that, "I went to your house yesterday to collect rent. I play in the palm of your hand. Didi showed your sewing work yesterday. In one asana you wrote 'Kshama param dharma'. I was very hungry so I ate your tiffin. The class after your tiffin period is Bengali, so there is no need to attend it.
Madam loves you very much. Madam said, you don't have money to buy books, arrange something. So I will take you to do the National Library card. Because there are not so many English literature books in the college library. So he will give attendance. The rest is up to you. Let's see if you forgive. Do you do tiffin with me! I will be waiting at the bus stand.”
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