Those were
the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. Those eyes had no sparkle or a
tinkle in them. They seemed like the still water of a dark lake. And the irony
was that that they looked calm and miserable at the same time. The countenance
on her face was very deplorable. A packet of ‘Parle G’ clutched in one hand and
a few coins in other; she looked at me with hope. She must have been 6-8 years
old. Her hair was cropped. She had worn a magenta coloured top and skirt which
was frayed at several places. She looked fragile and lost. She advanced towards
me with an expectation to get some alms in return; maybe a rupee or two.
Usually I don’t give alms to children. Instead I give food to them. Since I
didn’t have any food with me, I ignored her and continued listening to music as
the train passed through Chembur station.
But something kept on
bothering me. I realized that I was so lucky that my parents could provide me
with everything that I needed. Because of my parents I had access to education
and a plethora of opportunities whereas that little girl was helpless. She had
no access to basic human needs. There are many children like her who are denied
their childhood. They are made to beg. And I felt really bad about it. My eyes
were almost moist. I succeeded in suppressing my break down which otherwise
would have resulted in public humiliation. Yet, I couldn’t shake out that
feeling.
So, I called that girl
and gave her twenty rupees. Not that it would have helped her a lot but anyway
I would have ended up spending it on some silly thing. And if that was making
her happy I was ready to give it to her. She took the note from me and went and
stood near the exit. As Kurla station approached, she got down. She came to the
window where I was sitting and smiled at me. That was the most genuine and warm
smile I had ever seen. The train started
to move ahead and she disappeared in the crowd on the platform. I looked out
for her until she vanished out of my sight. And there I sat in the train,
contemplating about children like her whose childhood was tormented.