Just I am here but my mind is dwelling towards the past, so let me share what I am thinking now. I just couldn't control my mind and it drifted back to my childhood. Once there was one family, who had turtle in their well. My brother and I, we heard about this from a passer-by who told us that "There was a turtle in MR. Das’s well”. Then both of us without getting permission from our elders, we walked towards the house with hope; very soon we were going to see a turtle. We had read in our book a story called "Rabbit and turtle”, so we were longing to see it. That house was situated one kilometer away from my house; despite that we weren’t bothered about the distance.
After reaching this unknown person’s house, we asked them to show us their small lovely creature. They made excuses and told us, now they were sleeping. We were so heartbroken, after putting forth our best efforts; we had thought that there would be no problem, that they would be willing to show us their turtle. We made a quick decision at that time, we didn't want to give up on our idea and by hook or crook, we had to see the turtle. So, as there were a lot of trees near their home, we climbed up the trees and from one to the next we cross, and soon we were staring with eagle eyes from the tree top to the well.
We waited till afternoon, when all members of the house were inside. Then we slowly climbed down the tree and approached the well on tiptoes but weren't able to see anything inside the well. Then abruptly, an idea came in my mind and I wanted to take out that small sweet creature by rope and bucket. Due to our lack of knowledge, instead of taking out the turtle by bucket, the rope slipped and the bucket dropped, making a big splashing sound and soon all house members came outside from the house. Now my younger brother started crying at the top of his voice. My heart also felt timid but I didn't lose my confidence and slowly whispered to my brother’s ear “Please don’t cry because now we are sure to have success to bring it (the turtle) up. He brought a smile to his face. I also felt relief after pacifying him.
Mr. Das, who was erupting with anger, wanted to punish us. He wanted to know our father’s name, and after knowing our father’s name, he started talking with us in a polite way and even offered to drop us off at home. We normally stayed inside the huge home which was surrounded with fancy and attractive landscape, therefore people would sometimes come to our home in order to have their documents signed by a certified officer, which my father was. With this said, Mr. Das also sometimes came to my father’s house to have him sign his documents. But on reaching the house our elders mercilessly punished us.
Soon, we had completely forgot about that baby turtle. One day when we came back from school, we found Mr. Das was sitting in our shop and waiting for us. He wanted to take us to his house so as to show us the turtle from the well. Having a child’s mind, we had forgotten all about our past incident and punishment. We were sent with Mr. Das, along with our servant, to his home to go visit the turtle but first, because now we were so happy, we got dressed into some new clothes on the pretext that Mr. Turtle might like seeing us in new clothes. In this way we happily finished our journey of visiting a turtle in a stranger’s house.