That day was a holiday , as usual i checked my mobile. There was a message on the group of Rotaract Club Lote , today we have to take a urgent medical camp in the Lote slums .......BKL Walawalkar Hospital Team was there on the spot. The crowd in the slum rashed there in numbers , one doctor was checking the patients one by one. There were so many ill patients having scars all over the body or the patients having old cough. Most of the mob was women and their kids. I have being there for a while , I was coming home , but while returning I saw a little girl holding the medicines in her hands , I moved forward and got close to her so that to see what medicines she had being given...But she didn't allowed me to see or touch the medicines and gave me a different look....What was in her eyes .... What were they trying to say?
She was afraid that this person could snatch away the medicines?
Fear of of worries , fear of being illiterate and fear of the dominance and exploitation.
Thousands of questions passed in my mind during a blink of eyes of that girl. She run from there handling medicines in her both hands. Fear as well as happiness seemed to her as something has been achieved . What is the destiny of this small kid....The infinite thoughts of the exploitation were gifted to me by a small girl.....Who is responsible for this pretty face ? You , Me or Equality or the Poverty of Nation after 71 years of its Independence ?
Deva
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