It was in the month of December. I was sitting on a bench on Jallandhar City Railway platform, waiting for a train to Amritsar. Cool breeze were blowing. Most of the people had wore sweaters or Jackets to protect them selves.
Suddenly I saw a laborer family...Husband and Wife... with their two small kids. The mother had embraced younger child and the elder child had very tightly hold the finger of his father. He was slowly walking with him. They sat on the platform, just in front of me. I was watching them. They had wore old cloths and an old dust sheet was muffled by the parents. Children were also less protected in their old sweaters. It had some holes and some patches. I could clearly see the difference between the rich family's children and those who were in front of me.
The wife then told something to her husband, he suddenly got up and gone to a near by stall to bring a bottle of flavored milk for their children. He then gave half milk in a glass to his wife for their younger child and half of the bottled milk he gave to his elder child. The elder child was little willful , so when his father was giving him the milk bottle , he stubbornly hit his hand to the bottle and the milk split on the railway platform. When the father saw this, he slapped on the face of the child and the child started weeping.
I then thought what was the fault of that child ? He born in a poor family that was his fault ? Why those kind of children can not celebrate festivals like rich people's children ? Why they just have to make them selves happy by seeing others to celebrate ? Why they can't eat sweets or good food ? Why they have to find their food from the garbage thrown by rich people ?
I just leave a question for all - what was the cost of that bottle ? Rs. 10/- or Rs. 15/- ? But that day I realize the importance of that money for a poor. When those hard earned money is wasted, it pinches to the heart of a poor. How long this situation will remain like this ?
Romy Kapoor (Kapildev)
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