This words are not mine but of a lost kid...Have he told me this? No he didn't. He is too young to have any feelings right now. But down the line after some years he will definitely feel so. The departed kids in Sonarpur Local compartment in one sunny day and their tears provoked me to pen down this. I will definitely look forward to hear about their whereabouts in future because the tears of their innocence is just the painful implementation of great Darwin's law of "Survival of the Fittest". I would bow to that someone who can help them. So wait.... let me give you the details of them so you can identify them. A girl and a boy(her brother) ragged dresses, the little brother crying feverishly while the girl 2/3 older than boy is trying in vein to control her every drops of tears. She is also trembling in fear but she can't give up for the sake of her brother. Every passer by is asking her about their parents, where she live. She can tell where she live but the other people could not locate it. She will tell you about her mother, the one who has left them in the train compartment assuring them that she was just going to fetch water. But she didn't return and the train left. Now you will be thinking whether it is intentional or the train simply left before her mother could arrive. I don't know the answer. Neither they did.
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Lost Kids
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As usual, thought provokingly critical
ReplyDeletebleakly beautiful ! :(
ReplyDeleteYeah, a nice of work, a good way to incite the humanely creature in us but wake up. This is the harsh reality and here not even the soul cares about the you. For ages it was narrowed down to the parents who were the only to think about the welfare of their children but ALAS!!! this is no divine truth. So you can definitely imagine with progress and everything being globaliZed or rather westerniZed I have nothing more than asking people to help them FROM A DISTANCE. "Sorry pals, scarcity of time and finance you know", would be my excuse.
ReplyDeleteBest regards,
Soumalya