Let's love them
They were sitting on the seat behind mine in the bus. They looked starved and were sharing something with each other. I felt bad and took a sit beside them. I asked them their name. 'Bithi, Sagar and Ronnie,'they answered .I enquired about their parents and they said their father had left them and married another woman; what their mother does, they had no idea but they said they sometimes saw unknown men coming to their mother and they (the children) had to leave the house when those men came.
Bithi is the first, Sagar second and Ronnie third among their five siblings; they have no clue to how old they are. They live in a slum at Mohammadpur and work as beggars for their living. Bithi and Sagar sing a song and Ronnie shows same papers to seek help for his mother's treatment in the bus.
Whatever insignificant profits they make, they give them to their mother to help raise the family. They want to go to school but cannot ; they want to study but cannot read.They have to run between vehicles during traffic signals to beg from public, most of the time risking their safety.
Despite their age, many people fool them and do not pay the money , many even torture them. But children like them are hanging in there, to survive, to survive , to make their ends meet, unsure of their future. but they are only children . They are the sons of this soil. If we can't help them in any other manner, can't we just love them? Smile at them when we talk? Treat them nicely while we are interacting with them?
They were sitting on the seat behind mine in the bus. They looked starved and were sharing something with each other. I felt bad and took a sit beside them. I asked them their name. 'Bithi, Sagar and Ronnie,'they answered .I enquired about their parents and they said their father had left them and married another woman; what their mother does, they had no idea but they said they sometimes saw unknown men coming to their mother and they (the children) had to leave the house when those men came.Bithi is the first, Sagar second and Ronnie third among their five siblings; they have no clue to how old they are. They live in a slum at Mohammadpur and work as beggars for their living. Bithi and Sagar sing a song and Ronnie shows same papers to seek help for his mother's treatment in the bus.
Whatever insignificant profits they make, they give them to their mother to help raise the family. They want to go to school but cannot ; they want to study but cannot read.They have to run between vehicles during traffic signals to beg from public, most of the time risking their safety.
Despite their age, many people fool them and do not pay the money , many even torture them. But children like them are hanging in there, to survive, to survive , to make their ends meet, unsure of their future. but they are only children . They are the sons of this soil. If we can't help them in any other manner, can't we just love them? Smile at them when we talk? Treat them nicely while we are interacting with them?
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