Last night, i was comin' back from my work...i travel by metro from Moti Nagar to my place...There r a lot of roadside tea stalls in moti nagar...from the past 2 months, i pass by thm bt never noticed somethn like i noticed yesterday..I've a habit of walking, so i usually walk down to the metro station rather thn taking an auto or bus.
I was walking down to the metro stationn i passed by a tea stall. A young boy, might be around 6-7 yrs was washing the cups..It's the month of december n the cold in delhi is unbearable this time..All he weared was a big T-shirt n shorts in this chilling winter. People will say thr's nothin new about this.Yes, true. I was watching him and suddenly the owner of the stall came upto that poor child and hit him on the back of his head. The kid was hit so hard that he fell on he ground. The man thn started abusing him for not washing the cups well.
It hit me in the head. It made me think, do we really deserve to be called "Indians"? It made me realise that i and many people like me have a life and we still complain, but what about these kinds? They don't have a life and they don't even complain..
Are we realy Indians? Are we realy Human?
