Too (2) innocent lives
My car stopped by, at the traffic signal point.....he knocked at the glass pane of the car..... i opened it to see a boy of about 10 years staring at me with a months old baby in hand expecting the so called money ..(the element which draws a very narrow gap between the rich and the poor.........between a palace and a slum.......and sometimes between life and death..!!)...no parents to look upon them....parents left them out of utter poverty but he (10 yrs old kid ) dint leave his sister(baby).....he is still protecting her.....by begging for money to feed her milk...While his innocent eyes stared at me,those of his sister were close.she was having a good siesta on the towel on which he was catching her,while he was burning in hot sun of midday India ......he was almost dancing as he stood on a hot tar road bare footed......the heat of his body was compensated by the cool and pleasant breathe of his sister.hope she never grows big...... at least ...