<p>It’s not just the alliteration, but a myriad emotions with, which I sigh, even as I click away on the key board! <br /><br />Over two years ago, I volunteered, to help with the Aadhar card enrolment in our neighbourhood. <br /><br />What shocked me was the fact that thay can be from any walk of life, but some people do not have a certified identity! </p>.<p>So we directed them to notaries, from there upon they returned for the process to be complete.<br /><br />During the enrolment I noticed a one-legged beggar coming out in clean clothes, and an old coat. <br /><br />I have seen him sit at the entrance of the park gate, blithely raising his hand for money, and not even a thank-you or a salaam for the charity he enjoys. <br /><br />I feed him quite often; he just accepts my gesture with impunity. <br /><br />He just stares ahead at nothing, lost to deliberations of his mind, and silently demands his pittance from passersby. <br /><br />But of late, a girl sits near him, even if they are strangers to each other. Her face still holds the innocence of her age possibly 17 years. </p>.<p>She has two kids, of two and three years perhaps? </p>.<p>They sit beside her and give no trouble. </p>.<p>Those kids are not hyper as boys would be at that age; they know their mother is a child too and wrought by what life has to offer. <br /><br />She like the man is of little intelligence, obviously the callous world as inane as it is, has taken advantage of her youth. </p>.<p>Left her with two children, who scurries along like they are her playmates. <br /><br />The attitude of her boys, too are the same. When they grow up, they will probably be perplexed that she indeed is their mother! <br /><br />How strange is life; that minds should mix up relationships, because the parent is challenged! The sane world cannot correct the misconception!<br /><br />But she routinely comes in the morning by 7.30 am. Clean and spruced up, with her boys. </p>.<p>The one-legged beggar too now appears cleaner than he used to be. But the most fascinating thing is they both find recourse in each other. <br /><br />The beggar who never spoke, talks endlessly to her</p>.<p>She seems a little more oriented about her surroundings, chiding the kids sometimes and dividing the loaf between them. <br /><br />The beggar watches on indulgently. <br /><br />They both have found something to enjoy as life passes them</p>.<p>There sitting all day at the landing of the park steps, it has been over a year, they share a life, of nothingness and yet everything!</p>
<p>It’s not just the alliteration, but a myriad emotions with, which I sigh, even as I click away on the key board! <br /><br />Over two years ago, I volunteered, to help with the Aadhar card enrolment in our neighbourhood. <br /><br />What shocked me was the fact that thay can be from any walk of life, but some people do not have a certified identity! </p>.<p>So we directed them to notaries, from there upon they returned for the process to be complete.<br /><br />During the enrolment I noticed a one-legged beggar coming out in clean clothes, and an old coat. <br /><br />I have seen him sit at the entrance of the park gate, blithely raising his hand for money, and not even a thank-you or a salaam for the charity he enjoys. <br /><br />I feed him quite often; he just accepts my gesture with impunity. <br /><br />He just stares ahead at nothing, lost to deliberations of his mind, and silently demands his pittance from passersby. <br /><br />But of late, a girl sits near him, even if they are strangers to each other. Her face still holds the innocence of her age possibly 17 years. </p>.<p>She has two kids, of two and three years perhaps? </p>.<p>They sit beside her and give no trouble. </p>.<p>Those kids are not hyper as boys would be at that age; they know their mother is a child too and wrought by what life has to offer. <br /><br />She like the man is of little intelligence, obviously the callous world as inane as it is, has taken advantage of her youth. </p>.<p>Left her with two children, who scurries along like they are her playmates. <br /><br />The attitude of her boys, too are the same. When they grow up, they will probably be perplexed that she indeed is their mother! <br /><br />How strange is life; that minds should mix up relationships, because the parent is challenged! The sane world cannot correct the misconception!<br /><br />But she routinely comes in the morning by 7.30 am. Clean and spruced up, with her boys. </p>.<p>The one-legged beggar too now appears cleaner than he used to be. But the most fascinating thing is they both find recourse in each other. <br /><br />The beggar who never spoke, talks endlessly to her</p>.<p>She seems a little more oriented about her surroundings, chiding the kids sometimes and dividing the loaf between them. <br /><br />The beggar watches on indulgently. <br /><br />They both have found something to enjoy as life passes them</p>.<p>There sitting all day at the landing of the park steps, it has been over a year, they share a life, of nothingness and yet everything!</p>
