That winter afternoon was different from others. I was strolling in the sunlight when my gaze fell on her. It made my heart skip a beat. She was right there, in front of me, seated on a cement filled sack- enjoying the heat emitted by the sun, scribbling something on a manual (perhaps a mobile or a computer manual) with a pen. I felt a shiver run down my spine. So lost was she in her thoughts and too deeply engrossed by her endeavors to write and read, she barely noticed the passerby’s and me. I could watch the virtue and eagerness on her face.
I thought of approaching her and helping her out. But I couldn’t gather enough courage to confront her. My mind started searching for other alternatives but to no avail. Then something from within prompted me to desist myself. How could we ever do this to her? Yes, we all are culprits. We all are the one who are liable for this fate of hers. Everyone’s ready to blame but nobody’s ready to be accountable. And in this combat of blaming and accountability, she suffers. I was the only one standing there and scrutinizing her quietly.
Then all of a sudden, she got up and dropped the pen and the manual in one of her two sacks. And then smiling all by herself, she picked up her stuff and was back to work again. She trotted away with my eyes following her desperately till she faded away from sight. Much to my repentance of not being able to help her, I heaved a sigh of despair; finding it hard to swallow with a lump in my throat and a light ache in my heart. A profound sense of loss engulfed me. Perhaps, it had to do with the lost opportunity, or loss of empathy from my 'self' or loss of my humane approach. All this, merely because I had let that little rag picker (hardly eight years old) remain in the shackles of hardships and ignorance that had seized her childhood and led to the loss of her innocence.