“Fuck off” shouted the guy whose phone call conversation was getting interrupted by the little bugger who was constantly begging for some money. John watched it and walked on towards his flat, thinking about what has happened in the past 2 hours.
He had skipped a movie to do his share of ‘good work’ by visiting a slum with a few friends who worked with an NGO and he was really happy for that. While meeting those poor souls, he moved towards a particular tiny house, which should have been better called a container of people. There he saw priyanka, involved in a conversation with a woman who appeared as if she was staring at infinity.
As he approached nearer, he looked into her arid eyes and heard her saying “ Achha hai mar gaya…Doctor bola ki achha khana nahi mila isliye mara…par kam se kam ab main kaam par to jaa paungi…uski tabiyat ki vajah se bade ka bhi khayal nahi rakh pa rahi thi..achha hi hai chala gaya upar wale ke paas…”. He met a lot of people after that but John still felt stuck in that very moment.
He was sitting in the corner of his room with heaviness in his head and suddenly he broke into tears. As soon as the tear touched the ground, he felt a shrinking sensation within himself and understood that no amount of tears were enough to pacify the mother’s burning heart.
Too afraid to move he stayed in that corner and let the night pass away.
