Sunday, 22 December 2013

Those 10 minutes

This time I have a story to narrate.

Lately I visited a place.It was 10 AM in the morning. On the first floor of the building was a big hall. Around 50 little kids were lined up on the floor in a corner of the room. None of them was more than 5-6 years old, too young to understand their fate. The elder ones had already left for their school, and these kids were to leave after having food. They were waiting for their lunch (brunch, as we call it). 




Two of them ran towards us, not greedy but curious to know what we had in the polythene bag for them. They were glad to see the bag full of hot jalebis on that cold morning. 


Their superintendent told us about their life. She was amused to describe that these kids do not like to sleep on bed. They prefer to sleep on a gaadi instead! Everyone had a gaadi of their own and all shared the same hall to sleep. Those who were too young, had got a small room nearby, which was confined enough to save them from the cold; they had no rajai to cover themselves.


It must now be easy to guess that this place was an orphanage!


I was tearful and had goosebumps after this incidence. Though a trivial one, but this incidence gave me a lesson. A lesson that I have read and heard many times, but understood the true meaning after this. We often crave for all that we want, but are not contended over what we have. We mourn on our failures and neglect our achievements. These children, they are homeless, parent-less... 









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