Hello...
Whats up? Well am good, pretty fine, but I guess something is making me feel uncomfortable. Few moments back, while I was walking through the lane outside, this lil girl caught my attention who was busy fossicking some useful garbage around. Yeah the word is right - useful. She didn't have her feet covered, hair resembling some worn out ropes, wearing a shabby frock, possibly the only piece of cloth she might have to cover herself. She was barely 7-8 years old, least interested to notice whats happening around her, whose passing her or noticing her. All that mattered to her was that garbage bin. This awful scene, as many times before, makes me go wild thinking what made me lucky enough to lead a comfortable life without any worries for survival, to think about my future instead of how am gonna survive for the next dawn of the day.
Poverty has always been bothering me. It always makes me ponder how I would have managed had I been into the same situation. Leading a miserable life, sacrificing at every step, compromising for every need and wish of yours, no freedom of thoughts, living with floods of problems to be faced every now and then, seeing your family in a constant state of dolor, feeling helpless about yourself, dwelling in boondocks, missing fans in summer, fighting with cold winters without proper blankets, lacking those minimum resources required to make a living and so much more! Doesn't that makes you wonder that we never at all had any problem in our lives? The situation gets worst when this poverty continues riding over the shoulders of senescent age. Old age is a stage at which one expects some attention and care which indeed is replaced by one in which they, as always, have to go out and earn whatever little they can, no matter whether their health allows or their feet ache! Its touching to see these people pulling rickshaws, cleaning dishes, carrying loads, serving tea and indulging in other pecuniary activities and yabbering with those trembling words. Amidst all this, its good to see them smiling at times. They surely might have been blessed to be able to manage finding some or the other reasons to smile and stay happy in their course of bridewell life. I sometimes wish if I could help them in some way as nothing seems as satisfying as being one of the reasons for their smile.
As of now, I only want to thank the Almighty for blessing me with a halcyon and mellifluous life where I can plan things other than just sustaining for another day. And WHATEVER, I guess life perhaps is one of the best gifts we have, I wish you a happy one!!
Be good, be fine!
Happy Living!!