It was a nice evening. Me and my friend decided to hang out. well my friend is a bookworm since childhood..so she insisted on going to library but i begged her to accompany me to the cafe.
.we decided to walk there.. the signal was red and we were going to cross the road but suddenly her eye caught someone... my friend really have a good eye for talent.. except me... it was a girl...
a little 10 year old girl with two braids ..my
brother is of same age as her
... her Financial conditions were not so good.
she was selling gel pens on the subway...
as lights were red she rushed towards a
vehicle and said "uncle! uncle! can you please
take one pen... it's only of ten rupee."
that middle aged men replied with an
annoyed tone"i don't have any money but a
100rupee note ".
that girl still insisted as she really needed
money..but that man wasn't listening to her and
was giving her excuses...
at last she said with a loud and clear
voice"don't worry i have change... gimmi 100
rupees and I'll return 90 back"
her voice wasn't trembling... she wasn't
scared... she stood up for herself and people
like her...
at last many people bought pens from her. my
friend bought 10 pens from her... and said “work hard”
they had a good conversation in English... yes... in
English... i remember my brother saying that
I'm Indian and I'll speak hindi... that girl was not
so fluent but the words she said were"i only
have a mother and she can't feed me because
she's so weak... so i go to school and sell gel
pens in free time so i can support my mother...
one day I'll fly aeroplane" my friend patted her
head and said "work hard"
the signal was red again and we Crossed the
road... I'm thick skinned but my friend is soft
from core.... i was able to see tears forming in
her eyes and escaping silently with little
sniffing sounds.. but i neither stopped nor
comforted her because we have to be strong if
we're weak... that girl's story gave me this
moral ..
i also remember one last thing
"MY NAME IS SHIKSHA"
.she said with the most beautiful smile in this
world.
now I'm sitting on my chair writing this after three
months... my friend passed two months
straight after that day... i miss her and that
girl... now tears and sniffing sounds in this
room are mine.. but difference is that... they're
not silent... they're loud...
