~priyanka sethi
Each day on my way to my college I see a beautiful little lady dressed nicely in her uniform holding her mother's hand or sometime father's. I saw her everyday but her eyes were always wandering somewhere else, but i never minded it.
One lucky day she got her wandering eyes on me,I waved her and surprisingly she responded back. Now on each day I waited when my car use to pass her, stop and wave to her(her waving reply was lucky charm to me).
Days have passed, sometimes I see her and do our daily ritual but somedays I wished I saw her.
Hoped she would be fine. Cause as
So many days have passed I didn't saw her, also not having guts to knock on the little angels door.
Month have passed I never saw her again. Remembering the way she use to wave good bye to me,how a little girl, a total stranger made my day.
That feeling when kids hold your hand, smile back to you, their laughter on the weird expression you make, its all so special cause when the whole world is busy being so judgmental, they just know that you are someone and they dont even care who.
One shady day I on my way to college, I saw her mother outside her home . It looked as if she was waiting for someone. I
Thought this as good chance of asking about her daughter. I went to her she didn't even took minute to remember me as the girl who waved to her daughter. I asked ''where have you hidden her I don't see her anymore'' her reply " even I can't find, she is nomore" I did not wanted to ask how and when and i carried on my way back without replying.
I had no words to describe my experience of her non existence. I recited the story to my mother, and she has only one thing to be said to me "thats how it all work, every day many people's life ends and at same time some are given chance to live."
How we are never worried about our risky life, we are always given chance to live one more day. Irresponsibility on our part towards our life. We are so busy in our life that we forget that their are lives ending without any reason, And we on our worst part pray to god that please kill us, how cowards we pathetic creatures are.
Nothing is valuable in my story but if you really feel what emotions were felt it can change the way you think about life. ..
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