VEDANTA KHUSHI for the first time presents a poetic recitation of a heart felt story by Shazia Parveen.
It was once when I was watering the plants A morning of winter, serene and calm..
A girl of 12 approached my gate, Her hands were black and clothes too.. Seeking for work with her little mate, Who was her brother too..
She barely had a cloth on the bag of bone, No shoes in her feet, carrying a bag of gunny.. With very low and soft tone, She said, “Didi please give work, I need money”..
She spoke “I collect scrap and sell it” My brother is not well, need to buy medicine.. I replied “sorry I don’t have work, please sit” Her face spoke truth and the endeavor was genuine..
I went inside, asked my mother to help her, She gave me 100 Rs. note and food for her family.. I gave her old clothes and chappals to wear, The girl got disturbed and returned them patiently..
I said, “Please keep – we don’t need work from you”, She answered “no di I can’t take it without act”.. My mouth was open to hear her point of view, I was surprised, was not able to react..
Tried hard to console her and accept our help as gift, She was clear, firm and stubborn.. Her thoughts not for once shift, She stood straight as if waiting for a rift..
My conscious was not allowing me to act, I knew and I respect the Child Labour Act.. I needed to find a way to please her, Finally I decided that if she could water my beautiful flowers..
Her face was no less than a flower, She accepted thinking, I was giving her a job.. Only I knew, it was not for that work, A KHUSHI of her.. for her brother.. and me, that was enough…
A KHUSHI for me .. that was actually enough..
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