SCAS. (@_scas_)

4 days ago

As I was coming back from my office, it was yet again a relatively empty road. Ever since this pandemic had hit us, humans finally knew that they weren’t indestructible. My boss had allotted days for us in the office, and that day was one of mine. It was around seven in the evening, with just a few people walking by me, on a road that used to be really crowded. Now, usually, whenever I took this route back then, I used to look at people, thinking about their life stories; stories that I’ll never know. And to be very honest, the writer in me was quite disheartened to see such few people, and so, fewer stories to speculate. But that day I came to know a story that I’d never forget. Just off the road, there was a street that always had a foul smell around it. It was a dumping ground for the neighbourhood and was usually cleaned once a week or sometimes on a biweekly basis. Because of the unsegregated waste disposed off there, the smell was always foul. It had reached a point that even when the waste was taken away, the smell still lingered. So I didn’t really pay attention to that part of the road. I mean, I didn’t have any motive. But that day maybe because of the fact that my mind couldn’t cook up stories, I looked at the heaps of waste. And there I saw this child. Must be five or six. He was thin as a stick, and he was searching for food in what other people had thrown away. I don’t know why but I just knew that I had to go to him and know his story. But as I took my steps towards him, he became startled. He tried to run away, but I asked him to stop in a polite voice. I always had chocolate with me to help me recover from my anxiety attacks, so I offered him one, basically bribing him to stop. I could see that seeing that chocolate had made his eyes light up. He took the chocolate, though suspiciously and still afraid. I assured him that I was not going to hurt him, with a smile. He smiled back. I’m not gonna lie, that smile was one of the purest I had seen, but I could see that it was broken. Why? I was told. “Beta, why are you here? Where are your mummy-daddy?”, I asked him. (Continued In Comments )

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