Mid Sunday afternoon, riding through the City beautiful, I felt like a happy being. Spring is in the air, flowers in full bloom; with bright colours, a warm sun and cool breeze, every bit of me felt, pleased. Even the naked trees lining sector 16 and 10 road, had beautiful flowers on them. Nothing but flowers, of all shades, of pink and orange. Life seemed good.
While I waited to meet the lawyer, an old friend from college walked in. Both of us surprised and happy to see each other. We chatted and caught up, while the advocate managed his work. It was a pleasure to see her. We had been good friends initially, but then our priorities changed and we drifted. But strangely, all of that didn’t seem to matter now.
Shot off to the kids from there. They all were very happy today. Touchwood.
Saurabh, a little boy, who was the centre of everyone’s attention at the sector 47 home, is leading a shabby, shoddy life. Sisters looked after him so well. He, really had the whole house, including the kids, running at his commands once. And now, he is this unknown in the many. A child, beaten by circumstances.
Shortly before we were to leave, we came across another little boy, with the most painfully sweet eyes. His elder brother and him, have joined the bandwagon just few days back. That little fellow, with a disturbing past, so much innocence, and such a lost, defeated look on his face, broke and stole my heart. All at the same time.
Everytime, there is a new face, with a new story. Everytime, there are new challenges to deal with. Everytime, the kids, awe you. Everytime, they humble you.
I am never upset after meeting my kids. But tonight, I am a sad being.
Here’s to that little heartbreaker..
Scared eyes, in a lonely world,
Some words of care
And the innocence pours,
Out and away, in inhibited ways,
A heart waiting to be loved
In that little boy lays!
I wish he’l open up,
Love and be loved,
Feel the wind, the sun and the rain,
Not caged in his shell, I hope he remains.
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