It has been quiet sometime now that I have been thinking of starting a new blog, a blog different from the one i already have. This is sort of about conversations between my mind and my heart...sometimes supporting ,sometimes opposing each other somewhat like our coalition governments. And of course there are fights between the two.
The other day at office I met a small boy distributing tea to our colleagues. he boy was about eight to nine years old. What attracted me most towards him was his sparkling eyes...there was something hidden in them...mysterious, mystifying hypnotic. when he came to me most out of curiosity i asked him" eyee tuyi school eyee jaas nah"(don't you go to school) he replied somewhat like this:"tin class tak para tha, baap maar gaya...maa bejh diya yeha" and he ran as if he has said something wrong. Enquiring from my colleagues I found out that he work's for the local 'chaiwala', a man from his village who has promised his mom that the little boy would send the money he would earn and provide him the food and so called shelter. At that moment I remembered the advertisement in television channels regarding child labour...and how it is against law. But are laws really for these people. I wonder now.
The next day when he came he smiled at me. I asked him whether he would study if I provided him with books. He said,"ginti ka kitaab laa dongee didi,"and then thought for sometime and said', "paar parengee kaab..saradin toh kaam karna parta hain." Iasked,"raat ko toh paar sakteh ho.""thaak jateen hain nah,"all he said and served me tea and ran. I felt a peculiar pain at my heart...something I never felt before as if I was going to die any moment.
Today when he came up to me I smiled and said that I have a surprise for him and handed him a packet. He meticulously unwrapped it and gave me a heart warming smile...and that almost yeah almost brought tears to my eyes..and then he ran.
I won't say am feeling great now for I have done nothing great. Any other person in my place would have done the same for that little guy. I don't know whether he would read that book I gave him whether he would find the time...but I remember the smile when he unwrapped the packet...a smile that is going to stay with me forever...all through my life.
The other day at office I met a small boy distributing tea to our colleagues. he boy was about eight to nine years old. What attracted me most towards him was his sparkling eyes...there was something hidden in them...mysterious, mystifying hypnotic. when he came to me most out of curiosity i asked him" eyee tuyi school eyee jaas nah"(don't you go to school) he replied somewhat like this:"tin class tak para tha, baap maar gaya...maa bejh diya yeha" and he ran as if he has said something wrong. Enquiring from my colleagues I found out that he work's for the local 'chaiwala', a man from his village who has promised his mom that the little boy would send the money he would earn and provide him the food and so called shelter. At that moment I remembered the advertisement in television channels regarding child labour...and how it is against law. But are laws really for these people. I wonder now.
The next day when he came he smiled at me. I asked him whether he would study if I provided him with books. He said,"ginti ka kitaab laa dongee didi,"and then thought for sometime and said', "paar parengee kaab..saradin toh kaam karna parta hain." Iasked,"raat ko toh paar sakteh ho.""thaak jateen hain nah,"all he said and served me tea and ran. I felt a peculiar pain at my heart...something I never felt before as if I was going to die any moment.
Today when he came up to me I smiled and said that I have a surprise for him and handed him a packet. He meticulously unwrapped it and gave me a heart warming smile...and that almost yeah almost brought tears to my eyes..and then he ran.
I won't say am feeling great now for I have done nothing great. Any other person in my place would have done the same for that little guy. I don't know whether he would read that book I gave him whether he would find the time...but I remember the smile when he unwrapped the packet...a smile that is going to stay with me forever...all through my life.
Yes. sometimes a smile is million pounds worth. You caused it . Lovely girl .
ReplyDeleteI remember your smile too.
yeah a smile is million pounds worth.
ReplyDeleteHelping the needy is a great job. But helping with a smiling face and love is a difficult job .
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