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Plate of Peas by Rick Beyer

My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started
staying with us for about 6 months out of every year. She lived in a room that doubled
as my father's office, and which we invariably referred to as "the back room." She
carried with her a powerful aroma. I don't know what kind of perfume she used, but it
was the double-barrel, 90 proof, knock down, render the victim unconscious, moosekilling variety.
She kept it in a huge atomizer and applied it frequently and liberally. It was
almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time.
When she would leave the house to go spend 6 months with my Aunt Lillian, my
mothers and sisters would throw open all the windows, strip the bedding and the
curtains and the rugs, and spend several days washing and airing things out, trying
frantically to make the pungent odor go away.
This, then, was my grandmother at the time of the pea incident.
It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which to my eight-year-old mind was just
about the fanciest place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother and I
were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak,
confident in the knowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger
with gravy. When brought to the table it was accompanied by a plate of peas.
I do not like peas now. I did not like peas then. I have always hated peas. It is a
complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at
home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them now.
"Eat your peas" my grandmother said.
"Mother," said my mom in her warning voice. "He doesn't like peas. Leave him
alone."
My grandmother did not reply, but she got that certain glint to her eye and grim
set to her jaw that signaled she was not going to be thwarted. She leaned in my
direction, caught my eye, and uttered the fateful words that changed my life.
"I'll pay you five dollars if you eat those peas."
I had absolutely no idea of the impending doom that was headed my way like a
giant wrecking ball. I only knew that five dollars was an ENORMOUS, nearly
UNIMAGINABLE amount of money, and as awful as peas were, only one plate of them
stood between me and the possession of that five dollars. I began to force the wretched
things down my throat.
My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone
who has thrown down an unbeatable trump card. "I can do what I want, Ellen, and you
can't stop me." My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like
my mother. If there were a glaring Olympics, she would undoubtedly win the gold
medal.
I, of course, kept shoving peas down my throat. The glares made me nervous,
and every single pea made me want to throw up, but the magical image of that five
dollars floated before me, and I finally gagged down the very last of them. My
grandmother handed me the five dollars with a flourish. My mother continued to glare in
silence. And the episode ended. Or so I thought.
My grandmother left for Aunt Lillian's a few weeks later. That night, at dinner, my
mother served two of my all-time favorite foods, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Along
with them came a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas, and I, in the
very last moments of my innocent youth, declined. My mother fixed me with a cold eye
as she heaped a huge pile of peas on my plate. Then came the words that were to
haunt me for years.
"You ate them for money" she said. "You can eat them for love."
Oh, despair! Oh, devastation. Now, too late, came the dawning realization that I
had unwittingly damned myself in a hell from which there was no escape.
"You ate them for money. You can eat them for love."
What possible argument could I muster against that? There was none. Did I eat
the peas? You bet I did. I ate them that day, and every time they were served thereafter.
The five dollars was quickly spent. My grandmother herself passed away a few years
later. But the legacy of the peas lived on, as it lives to this day. If I so much as curl my
lip when they are served (because after all, I still hate the horrid little things), my mother
repeats the dreaded words one more time.
"You ate them for money" she says. "You can eat them for love."
system
is kahani ko naatakeey or kuch had tak daraavna banaaen

rik bear dwaara matar kii plate

mere dada kii mrityu ho gai jab main ek chota ladkaa tha, or meri daadi shuru huin
har saal lagbhag 6 maheene tak hamaare saath rahanaa.vah ek kamare main rahati thi jo doguna ho gaya
mere pita ke karyaalay ke rup main, or jise hamane hameshaa "back room" ke rup main sanderbhit kiya.vah
use ek shaktishaalee sugandh ke saath le jaaya gaya.mujhe nahin pataa ki usne kis tarah kaa itr kaa istemaal kiya, lekin yah
dabl-bairal tha, 90 pruf, dastak, peedit ko behosh, musakiling kism ko prastut karata tha.
usne ise ek vishaal atomior main rakhaa or ise aksar or udaartaapurvak lagu kiya.vah tha
uske kamare main jane or kisi bhi lambaai ke liye saans lenaa lagbhag asambhav he.
jab vah meri chachee lilian ke saath 6 maheene bitaane ke liye ghar chhodti, to meri
mata or bahanen sabhi khidkiyaan kholti hai, bistar ko pattee karen or
parde or asana, or kai din bitaate hai or chizon ko dhone or prasaarit karte hai, koshish karte hai
tikhi gandh ko dur karne ke liye.
yah, tab, matar kii ghatana ke samay meri daadi thi.
yah biltmor hotel main hua, jo mere aath saal ke dimag main tha
sabhi providence main khaane ke liye kattar sthaan ke bare main.meri daadi, meri maan or main
subah ke bhojan ke baad dopaher kaa bhojan kar rahe the.maine bhavy rup se ek salisburi steke kaa aadesh diya,
is gyaan main vishwaas he ki us fansy naam ke neeche ek acha purana hamburger tha
gravi ke saath.jab mej par laayaa gaya to yah matar kii ek plate ke saath tha.
mujhe ab matar pasand nahin he.mujhe tab matar pasand nahin tha.mujhe hameshaa matar se nafrat he.yah he ek
mere liye rahasy puraa karen ki koi bhi swechha se matar kyon khayega.maine unhen nahin khaaya
ghar.maine unhen restaraan main nahin khaaya.or main nishchit rup se ab unhen khaane ke bare main nahin tha.
"apane matar khao" meri daadi ne kaha.
"maan," meri maan ne apni chetavanee kii aawaaj main kaha."vah matar pasand nahin karata. use chhod do
akelaa."
meri daadi ne jawaab nahin diya, lekin vah apni aankh or gambhir rup se us nishchit chamak ko mila
uske jabade par set kiya gaya ki vah sanket detaa he ki vah vifal nahin hone vaala tha.vah mere andar jhuk gai
disha, meri aankh ko pakad liya, or mere jivan ko badal dene vaale bhayaavah shabdon ko bolaa.
"agar aap un matar ko khate hai to main aapako paanch dollar kaa bhugtan karuunga."
mujhe asann qayaamat kaa koi andaja nahin tha jo mere raste kii tarah tha
vishaal malbe gend.mujhe keval yah pataa tha ki paanch dollar ek bahut bada tha, lagbhag
acolpaneey raashi, or matar ke rup main bhayanak ke rup main, unamem se keval ek plate
mere or us paanch dollar ke kabje ke bich khadaa tha.maine manahuus ko majaboor karnaa shuru kar diya
mere gale ke neeche kii baaten.
meri maan jwalanth thi.meri daadi ne kisi ke aatm-santusht rup ko dekha tha
jisane ek aparaajey trump card ko neeche phenk diya he."main vahi kar saktaa hum jo main chahta hum, ellen, or aap
mujhe roak nahin sakate. "meri maan ne apni maan ko dekha. vah meri taraf ghabara gai. koi bhi chakachaundh nahin kar saktaa.
meri maan.agar ek chamakdaar olympic hota, to vah nihsandeh gold jeet leti
padak.
main, nishchit rup se, mere gale ke neeche matar ko hilaataa rahaa.chakachaundh ne mujhe pareshaan kar diya,
or har ek matar ne mujhe phenkna chaha, lekin us paanch kii jaadui chhavi
mere saamne dollar tair gaye, or main ant main unamem se bahut aakhri neeche gir gaya.meraa
daadi ne mujhe ek panpane ke saath paanch dollar saunpe.meri maan main chakachaundh hoti rahi
maun.or episod samaapt ho gaya.yaa to maine sochaa.
meri daadi kuch hafton baad antee lilian ke liye ravaanaa huin.us raat, raat ke khaane main, meri
maan ne mere do sabhi pasandida khaadya padaarthon, meetlaaf or maish kiye hue aalu parosa.saath main
unke saath matar kaa ek bada, stiming katoraa aayaa.usne mujhe kuch matar kii peshkash kii, or main, main
mere nirdosh yuvaaon ke bahut antim kshanon ne manaa kar diya.meri maan ne mujhe thandi ankhon se tay kiya
jaise hi usne meri plate par matar kaa ek bada dher laga diya.phir ve shabd aae jo the
mujhe saalon tak pareshaan karo.
"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya" usne kaha."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."
oh, niraashaa!oh, tabaahi.ab, bahut der ho chuki he, mujhe yah ahsaas hua ki main
anjaane main apane aap ko ek narak main dhikkaar he jisase koi batch nahin rahaa tha.
"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya. aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."
main uske khilaaf kya tark de saktaa tha?koi nahin tha.kya maine khaaya?
matar?tum shart lagaao maine kiya.maine us din unhen khaaya, or har baar unhen uske baad seva di gai.
paanch dollar jaldi se kharch kiye gaye the.meri daadi kaa nidhan kuch saal ho gaya
baad main.lekin matar kii viraasat par rahata tha, kyonki yah aaj tak rahata he.agar main itnaa karl karata hum to main karl karata hum
hont jab unhen parosa jaataa he (kyonki aakhirkaar, main abhi bhi bhayaavah choti chizon se nafrat karata hum), meri maan
khoonkhaar shabdon ko ek baar doharaata he.
"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya" vah kahati he."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."
user
matar kii plate kii kahani abhi bhi meri ridh ko neeche bhejti he, ek bhutiya smriti jo mere hone kii gaharaai main ling karti he.yah nirdosh rup se shuru hua, mere dada or meri daadi ke paas hone ke saath -saath har saal aadhe ke aadhe hisse main rahane ke liye.uski upasthiti ne ek ati utsaahi khushboo laa di, jisane hawa ko anumati di - ek gandh itani shaktishaalee ki yah ek charging moose ko baahar kar saktaa he.uske gudh itr se nikalne vaali sugandh ko ek vishaal atomior main sangrahit kiya gaya tha or har avasar par udaartaapurvak chhidkaav kiya gaya tha.uske kamare main ghusane kaa matlab tha, apane aap ko indriyon par hamalaa karnaa, baari khushboo ke saamne saans ke liye haphna.jab bhi vah antee lilian ke saath rahane ke liye ravaanaa hui, to ek unmatta anushthan, khuli khidkiyaan, chin lee gai bistar, or din ko dhone ke liye samarpit din shaamil kiya gaya, jisamen sust gandh ko bhunaane ke liye ek hataash prayaas main kamaron ko baahar kiya gaya tha.

lekin yah biltmor hotel main ek biimaar dopaher ke bhojan ke dauraan tha, ek jagah jise maine apane aath saal puraane dimag main vilasita ke pratik ko samajha tha, ki duswapn saamne aayaa.meri daadi or maan ke saath, maine jo sochaa tha, usamen ek parishkrut vikalp tha - ek salisburi steke, ek fansy naam jo ek vinamr hamburger ko bhes main le gaya tha, jo gravi main smuthed tha.kaash, nirdosh dikhne vaala dish ek avaanchit saathi ke saath pahunche-ek matar kii ek plate.

matar, ve pratikaarak hare rang ke gahane, meri daastaa thi.maine apane hone ke har fibre ke saath unhen hiraasat main liya.unki ghinauni banaavat or dhundhale swaad ne mujhe chakit kar diya, jisase mujhe hatprabh tha ki kisi ne bhi swechha se is tarah kii paak pidaa ke adheen kyon kiya.maine ghar par yaa restaraan main matar kaa seven karne se inkaar kar diya, or mujhe nishchit rup se ab unke paas rahane kaa koi iraadaa nahin tha.

"apane matar khao," meri daadi ne ajna di, uski aawaaj ek ashubh andertone le rahi thi.

"maan," meri maan ne hastkshep kiya, uski aawaaj ek chetavanee."use matar pasand nahin he. use chhod do."

meri daadi chup rahi, uski ankhen ek drudh sankalp ke saath chamak rahi thim, uskaa jabada atoot drudh sankalp main set tha.khud ko meri ore jhukaakar, usne apni khud kii takataki ko apane or uksaane vaale shabdon ko tay kiya jo hameshaa ke liye mere jivan ke paathyakram ko badal degaa.

"agar aap un matar ko khate hai to main aapako paanch dollar kaa bhugtan karuunga."

us samay, asann tabaahi ne mujhe puri tarah se hataa diya.maine jo kuch samajha, vah prastaav kaa saraasar pariman tha - paanch dollar, mere yuva dimag ke liye acolpaneey yoga.us vishaal bhagya ko rakhane ke aakarshan ne matar kii manahuusata ko pachhad diya.ashanka or laalach ke mishran ke saath, maine apane gale ke neeche, ek ke baad ek shok faliyon ko majaboor karnaa shuru kar diya.

meri maan, gusse se judi, apni maan or mere donon par apni chakachaundh kaa nirdesan kiya.koi bhi meri maa kii tarah chakachaundh nahin kar saktaa tha - ek olympic champion jo ki shalinner kii kala main he.chakachaundh ne mujhe ansuna kar diya, prayek matar ne mujhe aantarik rup se peeche chhod diya, lekin us vaada ne paanch dollar ko pratishthit kiya.or isliye, prayek tadapane vaale kaatane ke saath, main tab tak kaayam rahaa jab tak ki aakhri matar meri plate se gaayab nahin ho gaya.meri daadi, vijayi, ne mujhe pratishthit puraskaar diya, ek paanch-dollar kaa bill jo ek utkarsh ke saath prastut kiya gaya tha.is bich, meri maan kii mook chakachaundh jari rahi, uski asweekruti ke liye ek vasietnama.

saptaah baad, meri daadi antee lilian ke liye ravaanaa huin.us shaam, raat ke khaane kii mej par, ek bhayaavah sajeesh saamne ai.meri maan ne mere do sabhi pasandida vyanjanon ko parosa- mitlof or maish kiye hue aalu.lekin unke saath, purushavaad ke ek bhaap dene vaale katore kii tarah, matar the - antaheen, viley matar.usne mujhe ek sevarat kii peshkash kii, or meri yuva maasoomiyat ke vaining kshanon main, maine manaa kar diya.meri maa se ek thanda, bhedi takataki uske kaaryon ke saath chali gai kyonki usne meri plate par matar kaa ek pahaad dher kar diya tha.or phir, shabd bole gaye, aise shabd jo aane vaale varshon ke liye mere astitv ko pareshaan karenge.

"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya," usne kaha."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."

niraashaa ne mujhe bhasma kar diya.meri aatma par tabaahi dhoyaa.us kshan main, krur vaastaviktaa main dub gaya - maine anjaane main khud ko ek shaashvat pidaa ke liye prerit kiya tha jisamen se koi batch nahin rahaa tha.

"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya. aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."

main is tarah ke nuksaan kii udghoshnaa ke khilaaf kya raksha kar saktaa tha?koi nahin tha.maine us din matar khaaya, or har baar unhen uske baad seva di gai.paanch dollar jaldi se vashpit ho gaye, or meri daadi, khud, agle varshon main nidhan ho gaya.phir bhi, matar kii viraasat samaapt ho gai, meri capitulation kii ek athak anusmarak.ab bhi, agar main unki upasthiti par thodi si aruchi pradarshit karne kii himmat karata hum, to meri maan bhayanak shabdon ko phir se jivit karti he, uski aawaaj ek bhayaavah swar ke saath tapakati he.

"aap unhen paise ke liye khaaya," vah ek baar phir se kahati he."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."

or isliye, matar mujhe pareshaan karnaa jari rakhata he, mere yuva morrkhtaa ke liye ek shaashvat sajaa.
assistant
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<|user|>
is kahani ko naatakeey or kuch had tak daraavna banaaen

rik bear dwaara matar kii plate

mere dada kii mrityu ho gai jab main ek chota ladkaa tha, or meri daadi shuru huin
har saal lagbhag 6 maheene tak hamaare saath rahanaa.vah ek kamare main rahati thi jo doguna ho gaya
mere pita ke karyaalay ke rup main, or jise hamane hameshaa "back room" ke rup main sanderbhit kiya.vah
use ek shaktishaalee sugandh ke saath le jaaya gaya.mujhe nahin pataa ki usne kis tarah kaa itr kaa istemaal kiya, lekin yah
dabl-bairal tha, 90 pruf, dastak, peedit ko behosh, musakiling kism ko prastut karata tha.
usne ise ek vishaal atomior main rakhaa or ise aksar or udaartaapurvak lagu kiya.vah tha
uske kamare main jane or kisi bhi lambaai ke liye saans lenaa lagbhag asambhav he.
jab vah meri chachee lilian ke saath 6 maheene bitaane ke liye ghar chhodti, to meri
mata or bahanen sabhi khidkiyaan kholti hai, bistar ko pattee karen or
parde or asana, or kai din bitaate hai or chizon ko dhone or prasaarit karte hai, koshish karte hai
tikhi gandh ko dur karne ke liye.
yah, tab, matar kii ghatana ke samay meri daadi thi.
yah biltmor hotel main hua, jo mere aath saal ke dimag main tha
sabhi providence main khaane ke liye kattar sthaan ke bare main.meri daadi, meri maan or main
subah ke bhojan ke baad dopaher kaa bhojan kar rahe the.maine bhavy rup se ek salisburi steke kaa aadesh diya,
is gyaan main vishwaas he ki us fansy naam ke neeche ek acha purana hamburger tha
gravi ke saath.jab mej par laayaa gaya to yah matar kii ek plate ke saath tha.
mujhe ab matar pasand nahin he.mujhe tab matar pasand nahin tha.mujhe hameshaa matar se nafrat he.yah he ek
mere liye rahasy puraa karen ki koi bhi swechha se matar kyon khayega.maine unhen nahin khaaya
ghar.maine unhen restaraan main nahin khaaya.or main nishchit rup se ab unhen khaane ke bare main nahin tha.
"apane matar khao" meri daadi ne kaha.
"maan," meri maan ne apni chetavanee kii aawaaj main kaha."vah matar pasand nahin karata. use chhod do
akelaa."
meri daadi ne jawaab nahin diya, lekin vah apni aankh or gambhir rup se us nishchit chamak ko mila
uske jabade par set kiya gaya ki vah sanket detaa he ki vah vifal nahin hone vaala tha.vah mere andar jhuk gai
disha, meri aankh ko pakad liya, or mere jivan ko badal dene vaale bhayaavah shabdon ko bolaa.
"agar aap un matar ko khate hai to main aapako paanch dollar kaa bhugtan karuunga."
mujhe asann qayaamat kaa koi andaja nahin tha jo mere raste kii tarah tha
vishaal malbe gend.mujhe keval yah pataa tha ki paanch dollar ek bahut bada tha, lagbhag
acolpaneey raashi, or matar ke rup main bhayanak ke rup main, unamem se keval ek plate
mere or us paanch dollar ke kabje ke bich khadaa tha.maine manahuus ko majaboor karnaa shuru kar diya
mere gale ke neeche kii baaten.
meri maan jwalanth thi.meri daadi ne kisi ke aatm-santusht rup ko dekha tha
jisane ek aparaajey trump card ko neeche phenk diya he."main vahi kar saktaa hum jo main chahta hum, ellen, or aap
mujhe roak nahin sakate. "meri maan ne apni maan ko dekha. vah meri taraf ghabara gai. koi bhi chakachaundh nahin kar saktaa.
meri maan.agar ek chamakdaar olympic hota, to vah nihsandeh gold jeet leti
padak.
main, nishchit rup se, mere gale ke neeche matar ko hilaataa rahaa.chakachaundh ne mujhe pareshaan kar diya,
or har ek matar ne mujhe phenkna chaha, lekin us paanch kii jaadui chhavi
mere saamne dollar tair gaye, or main ant main unamem se bahut aakhri neeche gir gaya.meraa
daadi ne mujhe ek panpane ke saath paanch dollar saunpe.meri maan main chakachaundh hoti rahi
maun.or episod samaapt ho gaya.yaa to maine sochaa.
meri daadi kuch hafton baad antee lilian ke liye ravaanaa huin.us raat, raat ke khaane main, meri
maan ne mere do sabhi pasandida khaadya padaarthon, meetlaaf or maish kiye hue aalu parosa.saath main
unke saath matar kaa ek bada, stiming katoraa aayaa.usne mujhe kuch matar kii peshkash kii, or main, main
mere nirdosh yuvaaon ke bahut antim kshanon ne manaa kar diya.meri maan ne mujhe thandi ankhon se tay kiya
jaise hi usne meri plate par matar kaa ek bada dher laga diya.phir ve shabd aae jo the
mujhe saalon tak pareshaan karo.
"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya" usne kaha."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."
oh, niraashaa!oh, tabaahi.ab, bahut der ho chuki he, mujhe yah ahsaas hua ki main
anjaane main apane aap ko ek narak main dhikkaar he jisase koi batch nahin rahaa tha.
"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya. aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."
main uske khilaaf kya tark de saktaa tha?koi nahin tha.kya maine khaaya?
matar?tum shart lagaao maine kiya.maine us din unhen khaaya, or har baar unhen uske baad seva di gai.
paanch dollar jaldi se kharch kiye gaye the.meri daadi kaa nidhan kuch saal ho gaya
baad main.lekin matar kii viraasat par rahata tha, kyonki yah aaj tak rahata he.agar main itnaa karl karata hum to main karl karata hum
hont jab unhen parosa jaataa he (kyonki aakhirkaar, main abhi bhi bhayaavah choti chizon se nafrat karata hum), meri maan
khoonkhaar shabdon ko ek baar doharaata he.
"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya" vah kahati he."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."</s>
<|assistant|>
matar kii plate kii kahani abhi bhi meri ridh ko neeche bhejti he, ek bhutiya smriti jo mere hone kii gaharaai main ling karti he.yah nirdosh rup se shuru hua, mere dada or meri daadi ke paas hone ke saath -saath har saal aadhe ke aadhe hisse main rahane ke liye.uski upasthiti ne ek ati utsaahi khushboo laa di, jisane hawa ko anumati di - ek gandh itani shaktishaalee ki yah ek charging moose ko baahar kar saktaa he.uske gudh itr se nikalne vaali sugandh ko ek vishaal atomior main sangrahit kiya gaya tha or har avasar par udaartaapurvak chhidkaav kiya gaya tha.uske kamare main ghusane kaa matlab tha, apane aap ko indriyon par hamalaa karnaa, baari khushboo ke saamne saans ke liye haphna.jab bhi vah antee lilian ke saath rahane ke liye ravaanaa hui, to ek unmatta anushthan, khuli khidkiyaan, chin lee gai bistar, or din ko dhone ke liye samarpit din shaamil kiya gaya, jisamen sust gandh ko bhunaane ke liye ek hataash prayaas main kamaron ko baahar kiya gaya tha.

lekin yah biltmor hotel main ek biimaar dopaher ke bhojan ke dauraan tha, ek jagah jise maine apane aath saal puraane dimag main vilasita ke pratik ko samajha tha, ki duswapn saamne aayaa.meri daadi or maan ke saath, maine jo sochaa tha, usamen ek parishkrut vikalp tha - ek salisburi steke, ek fansy naam jo ek vinamr hamburger ko bhes main le gaya tha, jo gravi main smuthed tha.kaash, nirdosh dikhne vaala dish ek avaanchit saathi ke saath pahunche-ek matar kii ek plate.

matar, ve pratikaarak hare rang ke gahane, meri daastaa thi.maine apane hone ke har fibre ke saath unhen hiraasat main liya.unki ghinauni banaavat or dhundhale swaad ne mujhe chakit kar diya, jisase mujhe hatprabh tha ki kisi ne bhi swechha se is tarah kii paak pidaa ke adheen kyon kiya.maine ghar par yaa restaraan main matar kaa seven karne se inkaar kar diya, or mujhe nishchit rup se ab unke paas rahane kaa koi iraadaa nahin tha.

"apane matar khao," meri daadi ne ajna di, uski aawaaj ek ashubh andertone le rahi thi.

"maan," meri maan ne hastkshep kiya, uski aawaaj ek chetavanee."use matar pasand nahin he. use chhod do."

meri daadi chup rahi, uski ankhen ek drudh sankalp ke saath chamak rahi thim, uskaa jabada atoot drudh sankalp main set tha.khud ko meri ore jhukaakar, usne apni khud kii takataki ko apane or uksaane vaale shabdon ko tay kiya jo hameshaa ke liye mere jivan ke paathyakram ko badal degaa.

"agar aap un matar ko khate hai to main aapako paanch dollar kaa bhugtan karuunga."

us samay, asann tabaahi ne mujhe puri tarah se hataa diya.maine jo kuch samajha, vah prastaav kaa saraasar pariman tha - paanch dollar, mere yuva dimag ke liye acolpaneey yoga.us vishaal bhagya ko rakhane ke aakarshan ne matar kii manahuusata ko pachhad diya.ashanka or laalach ke mishran ke saath, maine apane gale ke neeche, ek ke baad ek shok faliyon ko majaboor karnaa shuru kar diya.

meri maan, gusse se judi, apni maan or mere donon par apni chakachaundh kaa nirdesan kiya.koi bhi meri maa kii tarah chakachaundh nahin kar saktaa tha - ek olympic champion jo ki shalinner kii kala main he.chakachaundh ne mujhe ansuna kar diya, prayek matar ne mujhe aantarik rup se peeche chhod diya, lekin us vaada ne paanch dollar ko pratishthit kiya.or isliye, prayek tadapane vaale kaatane ke saath, main tab tak kaayam rahaa jab tak ki aakhri matar meri plate se gaayab nahin ho gaya.meri daadi, vijayi, ne mujhe pratishthit puraskaar diya, ek paanch-dollar kaa bill jo ek utkarsh ke saath prastut kiya gaya tha.is bich, meri maan kii mook chakachaundh jari rahi, uski asweekruti ke liye ek vasietnama.

saptaah baad, meri daadi antee lilian ke liye ravaanaa huin.us shaam, raat ke khaane kii mej par, ek bhayaavah sajeesh saamne ai.meri maan ne mere do sabhi pasandida vyanjanon ko parosa- mitlof or maish kiye hue aalu.lekin unke saath, purushavaad ke ek bhaap dene vaale katore kii tarah, matar the - antaheen, viley matar.usne mujhe ek sevarat kii peshkash kii, or meri yuva maasoomiyat ke vaining kshanon main, maine manaa kar diya.meri maa se ek thanda, bhedi takataki uske kaaryon ke saath chali gai kyonki usne meri plate par matar kaa ek pahaad dher kar diya tha.or phir, shabd bole gaye, aise shabd jo aane vaale varshon ke liye mere astitv ko pareshaan karenge.

"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya," usne kaha."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."

niraashaa ne mujhe bhasma kar diya.meri aatma par tabaahi dhoyaa.us kshan main, krur vaastaviktaa main dub gaya - maine anjaane main khud ko ek shaashvat pidaa ke liye prerit kiya tha jisamen se koi batch nahin rahaa tha.

"aapane unhen paise ke liye khaaya. aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."

main is tarah ke nuksaan kii udghoshnaa ke khilaaf kya raksha kar saktaa tha?koi nahin tha.maine us din matar khaaya, or har baar unhen uske baad seva di gai.paanch dollar jaldi se vashpit ho gaye, or meri daadi, khud, agle varshon main nidhan ho gaya.phir bhi, matar kii viraasat samaapt ho gai, meri capitulation kii ek athak anusmarak.ab bhi, agar main unki upasthiti par thodi si aruchi pradarshit karne kii himmat karata hum, to meri maan bhayanak shabdon ko phir se jivit karti he, uski aawaaj ek bhayaavah swar ke saath tapakati he.

"aap unhen paise ke liye khaaya," vah ek baar phir se kahati he."aap unhen pyaar ke liye kha sakate hai."

or isliye, matar mujhe pareshaan karnaa jari rakhata he, mere yuva morrkhtaa ke liye ek shaashvat sajaa.</s>
