Jonty Minz

At Quarter past five with a safety helmet in hand, a TataSteel worker came to near chai Tapri at N Road Bistupur and ordered two chai and two Bakery biskut. He puts his helmet on this cycle carrier and grabs both the chai cup with one hand and the biskut with another. Moreover, he handed the homeless man the chai and the biskut and comfortably sat next to the homeless fellow whom 4 Brown Street dogs surround.

They started talking seemed like they knew each other after seeing this scene. It made me curious to hear the conversation with a Kulhad chai in hand. I sat next to the dogs and started patting one of the dogs.

Furthermore, I started overhearing their conversation. The homeless asked how everybody at home is?

Ramu replied, "sab theek hai."

I knew his name because all workers at tata steel used to write their names on safety helmets.

Then ramu asked “Kuchh khaya Subah Se”?

The homeless man replied, "Kuch Khas Nahin 1 Samosa khaya tha."

Ramu was like ruko "Mere tiffin Mein Do Roti Aur thoda sabji Hoga usko kha lo"!

With an abnormal glimpse in his eye, he replied, "Sach mein"?

Ramu replied ruko nikalta hu. He stands up and walks to his black cycle; on the cycle's handle, a dark green cotton bag "Jhola" with a black Grease spot on it was hanging.

Take out his Four storey Steel tiffin and give it to the homeless person.

He opened the tiffin, prayed before eating, and started eating the Rotis and simultaneously sipping his chai.

Ramu seems lost while sipping his chai.

The homeless person asked, "kya Hua"?

Ramu hesitantly replied “beti ke school wale is month ka fees Mang rahe hai bolate Hain unke teachers ka payment Nahin Ho Pa raha hai!

The homeless person replied, "Haa unko bhi jarurat Hoga."

Ramu replied "Mere ko Unki bhi Majboori samajh aa rahe hai lekin meri bhi to Majboori hai Pahle smartphone le kar diya ab yeh!

Nodded his head and sipped his tea in disappointment.

While sitting there, their conversation hits Me like a storm. The working- class is the most affected one by the covid situation.

The homeless man patted his back and said, "koi baat nahin theek ho jaega Sab Kuchh" with a smile.

Ramu replied, "Haa Ji," with a smile and drank the rest of the chai in one go.

Ramu stands up to take both the cups, puts them on the counter, pays the amount, and comes back to the homeless person where he hands him the tiffin. While he is putting the tiffin in the back in the "Jhola"

Ramu says, "Kal Milte Fir."

Lady standing near the counter hears their conversation and gives a very unpleasant look like how he can sit and drink with a homeless person.

Not paying attention to anything, Ramu puts on his mask and, with the handheld high, says "Milte hai" and peddles away.

By that time I crossed the road to look at them from a distance, I realized they were sitting on the steps of the closed shop, and the shop's name was Standard tailors.