Journeys to office are always fun in
one way or another. Whether it is the ‘Solitary journey’ in the mornings or the
‘Gang going back home’ in the evenings, there is always something to look up to.
Sometimes an aunty fighting for the seat, an innocent smile of a kid, lovers
sitting in the next seat, the outside vendors, never ending traffic of Cochin,
the pillars of metro, the Chinese nets, the sunset and the list goes on and on.
Today it was same in the morning. Over
crowded bus, fighting for a seat and getting one finally. Yeah, my favorite seat,
the one next to the door. The seat next to the door gave us a lot of
provisions. Fresh air, seeing everyone who gets into and gets down from the
bus, the people who waits, their expressions of hope and happiness (if the
driver applied the break for them to get in) or the expression of hope changes
into loss, when they misses the bus. All these are quite worth watching and
these will never make you bored in the same journey you took regularly.
And today, in that over crowded bus I met two
beautiful children. Two Girls. Other than they get into the same bus from the
same stop, they don’t have any similarities and I don’t know whether they will
ever have. Two little girls; one below the age of ten and the other below the
age of five. I get the glance of former from outside the bus. A dark girl with
rusty hair and over draped in over-sized salwaar kameez. She didn’t look like a
normal kid of her age, carrying two mushy polythene bags in her hand, and
accompanying by a nun. And the later kid, who catches my attention after some
distance, dressed all up in a glossy frock, pink shoes and an over shoulder
bag, to add to all that she got a hair bow with plastic roses. This kid was
with her dad and they were on their way to hospital to see the new born of
their family. It was evident from her double colored bindhi of black and red in
three parallel lines, that her father has done a great job in getting her
ready.
The Two Girls. One standing next to
her father (with all the easiness in the world, in that over crowded bus) and
telling him so many things with twinkling eyes. And the other, trying to find a
place to stand properly. The people pushed her side by side and the fear in her
eyes, the way she looks up to the nun and finally getting hold of a seat bar.
The Two Girls. One enjoying her
childhood and shares her dreams of playing with her new born sibling. The other
standing in between a strange crowd, who pushes and pulls her to side by side
and searching for a safe corner to settle.
As I said earlier, they both neither
have any similarities and nor they will have. The Two Girls. The two beautiful
creations of God and the unknown “Writer of Fate” have written this story for
them. The little kid, today I met, will get all the chances of life. She will surely
try her luck in everything and will build her on life with her dreams. What about
the other? Will she get a proper education? Will she ever fall in love with her
life? Where she was taken by that nun? To another convent or a home, as a
maiden girl? Or will the destiny bring her in front of me as a nun, after some
years?
I don’t know. And here I’m, sitting
in my room, surrounded by my parents, secured in every aspect, thinking what
would have happen to her? This write up, it started from the guiltiness I have
in my mind. In the beginning itself I was not sure about what to write and
where and how I can stop it!
I’m really sorry girl for not
helping you in that crowd and at that moment remaining silent was the only
choice I had. At this moment I can
promise you only one thing. You will be always remembered in my prayers and
hoping for the wonders of Almighty God, to happen in your life.
Believe.
Everything Happens For A Reason.
