ClothesA Story by Hidden Happiness
Something that touched me so deeply- a true experience
I had just got out of my coaching center when my heel broke. I cursed, knowing that I had to go down the stairs barefooted.I slowly took them off and started going down the stairs, constantly looking around me to see if anyone was looking at me. But i was fortunate, the staircases were empty.
When i reached the ground floor i sighed in relief that no one saw me. Then i staggered down the garage with a pained expression on my face as if i had broken my leg or sprained my ankle, so that no one notice my torn shoes.
It was not long before i was close to my home when a scene, so disturbing, caught my eye. My hands are now shaking as I write this. I saw this girl, same age as mine, begging in the streets. You might laugh that what is it about a simple beggar that i find so disturbing and that made so sad and traumatized.It was the way the girl dressed.
She had s tanned complexion, her hair rough and almost red due to lack of care. Her hands and legs dirty and the usual words coming out of her mouth. She was wearing a little piece of cloth, which she wrapped around her bottom and the cloth barely reached her knees. She had pulled up a part of that and had barely covered her front, the cloth tugged beneath her arms and her back completely empty. Extending her arms, she asked for alms but she had also managed to keep her cloth in place.
I stared at the girl for so long but I had to look away as my car passed. I was stabbed with reality. I could feel my eyes welling up but I knew that it was of no use. As soon as i went home I brought out some clothes from my closet and rushed out to find her again. I didn't even waste a minute but by the time I went back to the place, she was gone.I couldn't give her the clothes.
At first I was so ashamed and embarrassed that my heel broke. Then a few moments later I saw that poor girl who was begging for a little help, wearing nothing but rags, well not even rags, amidst so many people. I wondered that everyday we nag about clothes, food, maybe even a swimming pool but people like her don't even have enough clothing to cover their bodies.I wondered how could we be so selfish, so inconsiderate? I know a little piece of writing is not going to change anything but well, what's wrong in trying?
© 2012 Hidden Happiness
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