A street child.... beggin 4 alms...in d process touchin ur feet...prounouncing blessins n evn hurlin abuses in disappointment....is wat al o us have over a thousand time gone thru.... but wat happened a couple of nights back...jus doesn’t get out of mind....I finished work....n set out 4 home.... n halted waiting 4 a signal to go green....a lil girl, came askin 4 money...well I had none to spare....n coldly refused, something me, u all o us ve done over n over again...n gone ahead to pamper oursleves wid most desirable goodies..... I don’t even feel guilty abut it any longer.... most of us don’t!!!!! But rite there was this lil girl...naked n in tears....
I wanted to get off my bike...wrap my stole around her and spare her some bucks... not cuz I wanted to play angel to some1...but her nakedness n plight was too stark to be ignored..... just then, the signal turned green...n impatient ppl wantin to get to their destinations at the earliest...went crazy honking..... just turning the wheel a little n goin past my parked bike was too much to ask for!!!!! I went with the rush...turned on the ignition.... n sped past the naked girl....crying even louder, as she saw another hope go off!!!!
What a bitch life makes o us!!!! At least I felt like one..... the night was spent thinking about her...as I ate my dinner, I felt sick in the stomach..... what will become of her? will she die of hunger? was she ashamed of her clothelessness..... wud some one rape her???? how long will she live???? was it real or was she planted there???? (cynisim at its best!!!!)
And today...like days later, she is still stuck in my mind....like a image of what we all are somewhere...just as naked...even more hungry!!!! And, then we talk of winning gold medals at the Olympics!!!!!
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aww...sad ya...is it fiction or did u actually get to meet someone like her?
C'mon Tiara, do u really mean to quiz her for that. There's soemthign more deep to it.....
I wonder the same thign when i see a street child..that what all cud happen to her tonite or in the day in soem quite corner of my city.
Who is there to protect her, teach her n show her that she exists and matter.
As I go home watch my 1 n 1/2 yrs old neice play, i cant stop but thnk wht if she was a slum child...she wud have been lost of a future...the life of abuse and ignorance wud have ruined her beyond refuge...wud i have let all that happen to her...NO! is the answer..then how can i let the others suffer.
I feel very small and unessential at this thought...but i know a answer that needs to be discovered at the same time...therez hope :)
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