! Rain again !
And suddenly I was out of words as if simply words were not coming to me. Then I realised that here I am sitting in the cozy comfort of my study room, enjoying this awesome weather, and there is someone out side my home, colony, city or country who is much less fortunate, struggling hard – full of frustration fighting a lone battle with this weather.
I mean what am I thinking ? Rains, baarish, mausam these all are beautiful romantic words for me and someone else’s life is disturbed and shaken by these rains. Homeless will be drenched on the road and that will include small kids also. When I am bringing my kids in comfort of cars, umbrellas & raincoats, at the same time some kids will be shivering of cold in a broken shade without proper clothes forget about rain coat.
While I am writing and waiting for the hot lunch on my dining table, someone else is running pillar to post for a single cold meal of a day. When will those days come when fundamental rights to live respectfully will be provided to each and every one. Definitely, it can not be achieved only by thinking about it. It can only be achieved by moving our pretty ass from our cushioned seats and do something about it, create value or take responsibility of at least one child. Again this can not be preached or taught. This feeling has to come from inside, from the heart.
And then rest of the others will definitely follow. Like you, they will also follow their heart. Try to change life of at-least one individual, and that will change everything around.
And here I am from romanticise baarish to visualize roti, kapda aur makaan….at their basic level.