Friday, February 10, 2012

from the women in torn clothes

if it better to say clothes here then i must not say her wan colour sari. i dont know what colour do we people fill in ourlife that makes it really different to look at those petite conditions in which a women near the roadside is living.

i was ashamed of myself . it my indolent exclaimation that could bring up a list of numerous reasons, yet not help her. yet not help her.

thousand times i see many like me capable of doing and achieving goals but we make no point for them who have zeros with out goals. it is astonishing that i being a female myself could not cover her.

one thing is very awkward in our society . it is this that we people never try to conceal those things which are naked. on the  contrary we try to dig them out of deep trenches. even law doesnot allow man to kill or slaughter females ,but it happens. because we never stop.

the problem is that disgraceful things never happend with us. it happens with the people below our line. may be the maid in your house is outraged. you are not aware of her "big story" so small to you. yet to sits and share a little from your life.

the small people around us are only small in clothes and money else they are rich. and they were richer ones as i saw her. she has her child carrying around her abdomen i dont know how was she able to manage that in the scorching heat of the sun. begging for a single penny if we could avail her from the car windows. but we are lethargic and this cant happen as donating her even a silver coin would bring loss. huge one perhaps.

wrinkles,wan ,pale,dead was her skin when i looked at her.
still... am elaborating it is a sin. because i have no right to discuss about her condition here. yet this ... am amazed. dread in shock. 

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