*Part 1* - He was shivering in the cool winter breeze,when I spotted him. A boy,aged 6,was finding it quite hard to combat the chilly winds of New Delhi. The first week of November has departed leaving a glimpse of winters which were about to take off in the northern hemisphere. The clock in my cellphone read 10:25 pm. 25 Rs,bhaiya,the shopkeeper remarked while passing me the cough syrup bottle. Apparently,I had been eyeing the boy from the past 10 minutes or so. His eyes seemed to have glued on the nearby samosa shop. The desperation in his eyes,melted me for a moment. Being a facebook addict,I usually came across posts urging people to help the needy. That feeling of kindness overpowered me and I took a few steps ahead in the direction of the poor lad. I was about to reach the lonely figure when I changed my direction and passed him with a smirk. Why was I doing this ? What importance does that boy holds in my life ? And what would I get by lending him my helping hand ? *To be continued*
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 17:06:34 +0000
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