After Visiting he took an rickshaw and left for Law Garden
He reached the destination and started walking in the bustling lane of the Law garden he adjusted his Rayban Sunglass.
He looked at the stalls which are overflowed with colorful kurtis stitched with mirrorwork, skirts that twirled like dreams, silver jewelry that jingled like music and the smell of incense, street food, and fabric dye clung to the air.
A shopkeeper grinned holding a dark blue embroidered jacket and told to him "Brother, see this jacket this will suits you well and here are lots of kurtis which will suits your girlfriend, take it as gift for her, she will be very happy"
Arjun looking at female kurtis and replied to shopkeeper "How nice of you to give me this things free of charge, how much you are giving to me 10 or 15 pieces, she will be really happy and i will also send her personally send her here to thank you as you contributed so much for our relationship"
Shopkeeper has a blackline over its forehead and dont know whether to laugh or cry, he forcibly put a smile on his face "No no brother you misunderstood i was suggesting you to buy it to make her happy not as gift from my side, you know it is different feeling for her if you buy a goods for her or it's given by a complete stranger"
Arjun replied with an angry and told him "then i can also see the things on the stall, did i asked you for a suggestion, if i wanted that i would have asked you Hmm" then he left the stall, this reaction is because is a single dog and not only this life in his past life also he was single because he was poor.
Shopkeeper looked at the back of Arjun who is leaving and murmured " I don't know how this people comes, they don't have a penny to spend and just come in the morning to ruin the mood of the people Bastard.
Arjun went ahead and looking at the stall and he saw a big old banyan tree it was like a moment of calm in mid of chaos he murmured to himself "Why do i feel i am being too poetic today, am i that old i was looking for a calm atmosphere everwhere"
He moved towards the stall were old aunties are sitting and gossiping about there daughter in law and college guys sitting and sharing secret over Bhel puri.
He sat under the banyan tree leg stretched and asked a street seller for a Dabeli, He took it from the seller and started eating he took his first bite " Hmm Crunchy, sweet and spicy mixed it's different but it's nice hmmm feels alive, Delicious"
He then looked at the boy under the tree he had put a rope on the banyan tree branch and the end of the rope was tied with the ball in the socks and he was practicing his cricket strokes.
Looking at the boy he murmured to himself with melancholy " No matter how much you max out your skills or stats in the end cricket is still few people backyard and it is full of politics"
Arjun watched the boy for a while smiling and then he left
The auto driver dropped him off at a narrow gate. The city's noise faded as Arjun stepped into the compound of Sarkhej Roza, and the sun fell across ancient stone like spilled honey.
The first thing he felt was silence. Not the awkward kind — the sacred kind.
Domes rose like sleepy giants. Arched walkways curved into empty courtyards. The wind carried whispers through pillars carved centuries ago.
He wandered.
Alone.
Barely anyone else was there.
In one corner, a caretaker sprinkled water on the old tiles to cool them down. In another, a pigeon cooed from the shadows of a collapsed wall.
Arjun stepped into the main tomb and stood before the resting place of kings, saints, and forgotten poets. His voice echoed faintly as he spoke to no one.
"You ever get tired of silence, baba? Or is peace addictive once you've tasted it?" He sat down near the edge, legs dangling over a dry stepwell. Below, the cracks ran deep. So did his thoughts.
He thought about his past in Nawabganj rooftops. Of how fast time flew when you were hungry. And how slow it moved when you weren't chasing something.
"You know what I want, Roza baba?" he whispered, closing his eyes."A life that doesn't forget me."
"Yes you heard me right where i can decide my own future my own dream"
After sitting for a while the sky turned dusky pink. Sarkhej Roza glowed in the fading light, like an old king in his golden hour.
Arjun stood at the highest step, gazing out.
"Cricket's my path. But I want the journey to feel like this — ancient, calm, and mine."
He took a deep breath, and for the first time in a long while, he wasn't in a rush to leave.
There was no match today. No one to impress. No depression.
Only himself.
After a while he stood up to leave and looks like he has figured out everything he wants.
He took a rickshaw to his home and order a food and took a bath and after eating he murmured to himself " there is still one day left for system to open i will rest of the place in Ahmedabad and then after system open will see what system is about and start working on the future"