It was a saturday night... my ace "galaxy pocket" reminded me to pack off from the office.The time was 11:30 pm."See you Bhargav..good night"-I crossed the watch man saying these words.As usual,with my headset on, i started riding my bike. An awesome ride ( people who drive at late nights should definitely know) on the ECR.The air smelled fresh and cold.Everything was equal under the night sky.It had an effect on my ride too.I would have driven about 20 kms , brought my bike under a canopy as the "Varuna Bhagavan" had a very generous mood to pour down.
Adyar signal bus-stop .She was standing all alone fully drenched.No one else except her and me.I stopped the bike and went near her.I could realise her urge to call me but was scared. When a person like me (6 ft 3 inches tall) stands by any girl ,late at this stage of night, definitely will run an ice through her spine.I still remember her face which looked gleamingly at me but her eyes were moist.The words which she told me first were " Bhaiya,Can you offer me 5 rupees ?..i haven't eaten for 3 days..".Literally getting shocked,i gave her rs.100 and dropped her in by the nearest hotel.
Well,the story thus began and she entered into my life.The girl's name was Aditi and she belonged to a tribal family from Nagaland. Her parents had left her abandoned cause of the so called incurable Human Immuno Deficiency Virus. Her course of life thus changed leaving her fatal destiny under the feet of the blatant people of the city.As i was staying alone in my house, i let her stay with me that night.Having got to know all the details about her, I arranged for her temporary stay in an aashram.
Days were good then and Aditi was happy that she got a new "Bhaiya (me)" and a few other friends too.I made frequent visits to the aashram spending my leisure hours with the gifted people of God.And then came a day where she was no more in this world of baffled people.I write this article for Aditi, an 8 year old child who taught me what my esteemed education had not sheltered.Her last words flowed out thus "Bhaiya,I pray God that my friend Reema be cured from fever,so that i can play with her.."Speechless..I understood then a definition not found in the dictionary,
“A child is God's opinion that the world should go on.”
Adyar signal bus-stop .She was standing all alone fully drenched.No one else except her and me.I stopped the bike and went near her.I could realise her urge to call me but was scared. When a person like me (6 ft 3 inches tall) stands by any girl ,late at this stage of night, definitely will run an ice through her spine.I still remember her face which looked gleamingly at me but her eyes were moist.The words which she told me first were " Bhaiya,Can you offer me 5 rupees ?..i haven't eaten for 3 days..".Literally getting shocked,i gave her rs.100 and dropped her in by the nearest hotel.
Well,the story thus began and she entered into my life.The girl's name was Aditi and she belonged to a tribal family from Nagaland. Her parents had left her abandoned cause of the so called incurable Human Immuno Deficiency Virus. Her course of life thus changed leaving her fatal destiny under the feet of the blatant people of the city.As i was staying alone in my house, i let her stay with me that night.Having got to know all the details about her, I arranged for her temporary stay in an aashram.
Days were good then and Aditi was happy that she got a new "Bhaiya (me)" and a few other friends too.I made frequent visits to the aashram spending my leisure hours with the gifted people of God.And then came a day where she was no more in this world of baffled people.I write this article for Aditi, an 8 year old child who taught me what my esteemed education had not sheltered.Her last words flowed out thus "Bhaiya,I pray God that my friend Reema be cured from fever,so that i can play with her.."Speechless..I understood then a definition not found in the dictionary,
“A child is God's opinion that the world should go on.”
This is for you Aditi ..
Your loving bro,
Karthik Shriram

