The little girl

The songs switched from one to the other without even a tiny pause, but nevertheless I continued to move my body to match the beats of the background score. Our otherwise serene and calm park was booming with loud music which was nearly successful in tearing our eardrums apart. But music is what everyone in a town found solace in, to escape their boring, busy life and to forget everything about it for a moment or two. Everyone around me were enjoying the songs to its fullest but unlike them I had completely gone out of breathe. I stopped dancing for a while and rummaged the surrounding with a faint hope of noticing something different. But all I could see were  people who were frenzied by the loud music and were jiggling their bodies and howling to express their excitement. Had it been in a jungle the wolves would have proudly invited them to join their pack. Just then I noticed someone who didn't blend into the surrounding.

A small kid, maybe around three to four years old. She had hair brown as bronze which ran up to her shoulders. It was plated on either sides and tied with a rubber band. loose stands of her hair had already started coming out of the braid.She was wearing a bit dirty skirt and blouse. When I carefully observed the kid I saw her tiny hands that held a bunch of balloons. She was not there in order to spend her leisure time jovially like the people around. She was there to earn some pennies to live. Some viewers were seated on the lawn in small groups of theirs. The child went to every such group and pleaded them to buy those balloons but they just signaled her to go away by a wave of their hands.

"Sirf panch rupay ka hain madamji, khareed leejiye na." (It is just of five rupees madam, please buy them.) She said trying to explain to the people that they can afford it. I cannot say they were heartless, maybe they didn't want a balloon at all or didn't have money(like me) but I really felt bad for the child who hardly got to enjoy her life like the others. I dug my hands into my pocket to fish out some coins but couldn't find any. I felt so darn helpless.

This sight triggered me to think of my own life which now felt far more better than many others. There were all sorts of luxury that one would wish for-a family, a good circle of friends and much more. Compared to the child whom I had just encountered, the complications of my life felt mere and insignificant. I had not yet come across even the slightest difficulties of life.

We all complain even if sugar is a bit less in our coffee, or the curry is not tasty enough but what we don't think about is that we have at least meals to eat three times, a cup of coffee to refresh our monotonous mornings and above all god's grace. Instead of looking at the better part of our lives all we do is complain, complain and complain. It leave us feeling miserable with each passing second. Every time we complain about something we lose the chance to cherish what we have. Life is best lived when you learn to accept the thorns along with the roses. There are hundreds and millions around the world who dream but are forced to give it up and strive to live.They learn the lessons of life by going through it and not by reading the books or watching the television like many of us. And if you are reading my article now then you surely are not among them...so learn to cherish life and accept it the way it was given to us.