She was neither a grown up woman
Nor a little infant who can be
used in the imploring business.
Preferably, she must be in
Standing beside the savory snack shop,
Right in front of my car
Where it was parked.
It was a mid-May and
Summer full of hotness all around.
I found her sitting and chewing something.
She must have received from someone.
I found her eyes into mine,
She looked deeply, as if she’s telling me a story of hers without even a word.
I was inside the car,
She stood up and dusted off her cloths.
I squint through the dust from the glass
to see what she’s brought.
I looked into her eyes again.
They were deep. They were shining.
I opened the windshield, and got to know it wasn’t the money which she was asking.
I was awestruck that I kept staring at her from top to bottom.
I was sitting inside the car. Still.
I looked and asked, “Do you want some money?”
“No money”, she replied.
She’s the same girl whose photo I had taken this morning. Can you see the vibrant happiness in her eyes?
I found a bunch of packed napkin tissues in her hand,
and asked if she wants to sell it to me?
I was curious to know what’s that
thing she wants then?
She made a sign of thumbs up
followed by taking it to her lips.
“Water?” I asked.
And in her response, she nodded. “Yes.”
I smiled, and looked around
To check if I have one.
I handed her the
bottle from the car can,
and smiled back at her.
She went back to where she was sitting,
She sat, opened the cap, drank water from the bottle,
Looked at me and again smiled.
I found those eyes sparking now.
In a moment or two, the beggar’s mother came
With a baby girl along her side,
She asked the girl if she’s got any money yet
She showed her a few notes of Rs 10 and and some coins in her little hand.
She looked down and lifted
A half packet of chips maybe,
what was eating,
In the time like this pandemic this is how such people are unfortunately keeping.
Lastly, the little baby sat on the street and started eating the food,
And her mother’s eyes met with mine
She begged from where she was stood.
Hey, everyone! I hope you are all doing amazingly great at your place. And of course, safely spending your quarantine too.
I had a different experience today. I almost went out after almost 50 days of Lockdown and as everyone is aware Mumbai is in a Red zone area so the cases of Covid-19 are rapidly increasing here.
But still with all the precautions, I stepped out of the house because somehow I was frustrated at home with work from home and the same schedule.
I went out for 3 hours out of which I spent with the driver across the streets of Ghatkopar, Mumbai. I looked at the beautiful trees, lesser people, closed shops, clean roads, and peace around me. It was such a beautiful experience.
At the same time there was something giving me uncomfort feeling about the girl I saw begging. She wasn’t even begging. It was more than that. I hope you must have read the poem and understood my emotions for how I felt.
Today, by giving a water bottle to that little girl I felt proud of myself, yesterday someone asked me for some money and I transferred it without even asking when he’ll be giving me back. I guess, I’m at that level of my age where I have understood the real wealth is not how much money do I have in my bank account, but how generous and human I am towards the humanity around me. I hope each one of us do whatever best we can to protect and secure the life of people who need us. 🙂
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