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Be thankful to God

Few days back I woke up late and missed my office cab, intentionally. Yes, because last night I slept late as Vibhu was in mood of playing with us (me and my husband). So I decided to go office by Metro (God bless Delhi Metro). There is no direct transport available to my office, which is in Noida (NCR), so I normally go till last Metro stop and then take auto for reaching office. As usual I boarded Metro from my place, reached to my final stop and was going down towards auto stand. In every Metro station here in Delhi you can see small kids askers. They approach you for some distance and keep on asking for something to eat. I don't want to call them vagrant/beggar as they are not yet mature to understand what it means. These poor kids only need your attention and something to eat.

Moving forward to auto stand, I saw one 4 -5 years old girl sitting at staircases with a boy hardly 2 years old in her lap. She was asking every one passing from there to give food or anything. I generally take fruits with me so that if I feel like eating in office, I can avoid junk food and have some healthy item. So, that day I was having two bananas with me. I thought I can give this to the little girl and gave one banana to her. In response, she gave me a smile and showed banana to the baby in her lap. I gave the second banana to the baby and then I saw his face. He was looking very cute and I couldn't stop myself to show my affection for him and I touched his cheeks. As he didn't recognize me so like any other child, he didn't react. I was getting late for office so I rushed to catch auto. After sitting inside auto, inquisitively I turned back so that I can see what those two little ones are doing now. And then what happened made me cry almost. The little girl noticed that I am looking over them. She quickly took the baby and started coming down from stairs. She was smiling and I saw her face full of acknowledgment. She stood near my auto ( not close actually) and made baby look at me by pointing her finger. Baby also smiled at me and I felt happy. Then she said something to the baby and they both started waving for me. I was touched actually. I was able to sense their positive vibes. Until they could see my auto going, they kept on giving me wave.


Throughout the way, I was thinking about them only. My throat was choked. I have only given them two bananas but in response they showed me immense love. Kids are always like this innocent, sweet and pure but circumstances change them. Kids from families like us have option of liking/disliking. They eat what they like, they generally get toys they like, good cloths, healthy living and every pleasure we can give them. But there are kids who are not lucky enough to get all this. They struggle every day for food and live miserable life. I have decided to teach my son, whenever he'll be able to understand it, that he should be thankful to God to give him enough food, place to stay and cloths to wear. He should respect every small thing which he is getting and should help others in whatever way he can.
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  1. Wow!!! Amazing, just loved it. Very emotional n very well written. Being a human we all should do something for other human or animals whatever we can.

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