“I want new clothes,” A child demanded his father with an innocent look.
His father came home after a hard working day with a meager amount of money in his hand. He looked into his eyes and a tear drop trickled down his cheek. But he moved away so that his child couldn’t see his tears.
He somehow bravely answered with a smile,
“We will eat food now. We will buy new clothes tomorrow”
“You always deceit Dad!” Child revolted back.
He prepared food in the kitchen for his son and came out with curry and rice in the plate.
“I don’t want to eat food,” His son said with pique.
He pushed the plate away and moved out. He could see homes illuminated with lights and decorated with candles. Some red coral rockets could be seen flying up in the sky and his eyes turned towards his home which was dead; no lights, no candles and no decoration. There was just a pulling rickshaw in front of the broken gate.
“Have your dinner son,” His father came out restating this multiple times.
Children were running on the streets, enjoying and bursting crackers but his son just stood there looking at his face with a hope that he would also get clothes and crackers to celebrate this festival of lights. His father held his hand and ferociously guided him inside the home.
He didn’t want to reprimand but he was helpless. He didn’t have food for himself but fed his child from the day’s earnings. Soon he consoled him and his son dozed off after few minutes.
“I am not able to fulfill my child’s wish again”, He pondered with his eyes wet.
I observed something very contrasting this time. Either I had never observed it before or I failed to do so every year.
The sun rays faced a heavy layer of adulterated sky to pass through and reach the land covered with burnt crackers, packets of red coral rockets, and empty cardboard pieces with a picture of cock on it. I could see wrappers all over the land spread like a red carpet. Soon the sweeper came and swept the streets which made the red carpet to disappear gradually. A child wearing torn clothes could be seen with a bag to pick the rag. He was the rag picker of the area; he segregated the plastic and cardboard from the garbage and put it into the bag.
“He might celebrate the festival today,” I pondered.
There are many people out there who don’t celebrate this alluring festival of lights. We wish everybody prosperous life ahead on this day.
"Can’t we make life prosperous for some people?"
I think that will add more meaning to this festival. May be a two time meal is a festival for them or a box of sweets is a festival for them. Small acts can make them cheerful in the way you want. We spend thousands while we purchase crackers or gifts. We can at least give them something so that they can light up a candle in their homes and enlighten it on this special day.
His father came home after a hard working day with a meager amount of money in his hand. He looked into his eyes and a tear drop trickled down his cheek. But he moved away so that his child couldn’t see his tears.
He somehow bravely answered with a smile,
“We will eat food now. We will buy new clothes tomorrow”
“You always deceit Dad!” Child revolted back.
He prepared food in the kitchen for his son and came out with curry and rice in the plate.
“I don’t want to eat food,” His son said with pique.
He pushed the plate away and moved out. He could see homes illuminated with lights and decorated with candles. Some red coral rockets could be seen flying up in the sky and his eyes turned towards his home which was dead; no lights, no candles and no decoration. There was just a pulling rickshaw in front of the broken gate.
“Have your dinner son,” His father came out restating this multiple times.
Children were running on the streets, enjoying and bursting crackers but his son just stood there looking at his face with a hope that he would also get clothes and crackers to celebrate this festival of lights. His father held his hand and ferociously guided him inside the home.
He didn’t want to reprimand but he was helpless. He didn’t have food for himself but fed his child from the day’s earnings. Soon he consoled him and his son dozed off after few minutes.
“I am not able to fulfill my child’s wish again”, He pondered with his eyes wet.
I observed something very contrasting this time. Either I had never observed it before or I failed to do so every year.
The sun rays faced a heavy layer of adulterated sky to pass through and reach the land covered with burnt crackers, packets of red coral rockets, and empty cardboard pieces with a picture of cock on it. I could see wrappers all over the land spread like a red carpet. Soon the sweeper came and swept the streets which made the red carpet to disappear gradually. A child wearing torn clothes could be seen with a bag to pick the rag. He was the rag picker of the area; he segregated the plastic and cardboard from the garbage and put it into the bag.
“He might celebrate the festival today,” I pondered.
There are many people out there who don’t celebrate this alluring festival of lights. We wish everybody prosperous life ahead on this day.
"Can’t we make life prosperous for some people?"
I think that will add more meaning to this festival. May be a two time meal is a festival for them or a box of sweets is a festival for them. Small acts can make them cheerful in the way you want. We spend thousands while we purchase crackers or gifts. We can at least give them something so that they can light up a candle in their homes and enlighten it on this special day.
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