Here is a story we all witnessed but never shared, a story so famous that we see everyday while we are consumed in our thoughts and still never forget to take notice of, We see kids, handicapped men, women carrying her tender infant, and feel blessed to have a chance to have better life then their's. But at times we disgust their presence out of either pityness or hatred. Also Haven't we heard about how these people create drama around to gain from their emotions.
Let me share a story of a kid who sold his poverty to people, shocked to hear? But you read it correct!
After a really fulfilling meal at new restaurant in cp, with a happy soul as I walked out of the restaurant with friends, I saw something that was nothing new to watch but this time it completely washed away the dirt from my eyes that I always thought was the dirt on things I saw.
The kid with his hungry eyes begged for some food and eventually was consistent that he will never let me go until i offer him something, but not just food he was ready to settle for anything, any amount of money will work. But he was unaware that he was begging from a heartless and hypocrite woman "me" all I had to give him was a rupee with some disgusted look on my face and some embarrassed emotion not because he was a beggar but because, my guts slapped my soul, all I could give him was few pennies!(shocked) after knowing a good satisfying soul food is way more costly.
Nothing did I do even after being slapped, but walked off. Few minutes after shopping as we walked passed the same restaurant and noticed the same kid but this time with a little girl and her job was same as his, but with hope that she with a innocent face could grab more pennies, so she did. But suddenly group of few grownup kids came to him bullied him and took all his money and as well of his sister's, Already Raging with previous thought this was something that made my heart melt and so with all my friends we went to the kid with the hope that we will be able to save him from being looted but by the time we reached, all the boys looted him and ran away.
We had a frown face but he had smiling one, heart and mind now was fighting with thoughts, as he rejoined his work again assisted by his sister, now there was no stopping me to ask why and what was happening or my mind will never let me sleep. And so we did, questioned him, hesitating, he might feel offended, after all it was just a penny that we offered him for his hardwork, while he sold us, his poverty.
Words came out of his mouth and that led me to a point where I thought myself as such a bitch, when he regarded those bunch of kids as his brother and his friends and then said "I beg for him!", yes he was on road begging for his brother, and to justify his act he further include that he did all this so he doesn't bother my mother to buy all his smack. He said,
"I sell my poverty, to cover up his poor habits, poverty got no value, but still people pay us for that if covering up our basic needs by begging is against morality, couldn't begging be a cure to our trouble that attach to it. You must be thinking what logic it would. But does'nt our education define begging as against morality." these kids were not just beggars as till now we thought but also a student, and he knew all about it, he knew begging was wrong, against moral but he questioned "what about the place where nicotine and tobacco is forced upon people, not just by people but also by circumstances and if you got no money in pocket to buy it, you die of its thirst. My dad died, I won't let my brother die for its thirst. "
After this little conversation we gave him some money which he refused to take, saying you took time to talk to me is the best way to pay me for my poverty.
How many stories does this world has? A lot more than we could ever thought.
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