Yesterday and for a few days now I’ve been too angry to write about this.
If you are poor, you don’t have the political clout to make the authorities take you seriously; your children could be abducted, mauled,killed and it wouldn’t matter;
the sky could fall and it wouldn’t matter.
We pay our taxes for this crap?
I don’t have any answers. I feel sick.
All I do know is-
Those little girls Priyanka and Anushka seated on a piece of tattered jute outside the gate to the walking track?
I say hello to them with a pack of Parle g biscuits every morning.
They say bye with a toothy grin each.
Their parents are road diggers.
Yes, the mother had said- “You don’t have kids? Take these”, with an innocent smile.
I want to shake her and tell her- watch out.
Everyone who lives in a big house, is not necessarily good.