। LAST PART ।
As we continued to walk on the road. I asked him about his parents and sister. He told me that they all were poor from the beginning and his parents used to work at a construction site for livelihood. They died after the building collapsed, his parents were working under.
After being orphan, his elder sister started working as a cleaning person at a restaurant.
I was listening to him with great interest as the restaurant arrived. I asked him to come in but he refused. He seemed a bit scared.
"Why are you not coming in? We have to take food for you and your sister, right?"
"No, please don't go inside this one. They're all bad. Please."
As he started crying, I tranquillized him and asked him for the reason.
He replied, "my sister worked in this restaurant. After evening, she used to bring me the leftover food to eat. One day, when they realized this, they fired her from her job stating that the act was against the policy of restaurant. She begged them in front of me but no one listened. They used to throw leftover food in the trash. After she lost her job, having no alternative; she started collecting the food thrown in the trash and brought me that food late night. After a couple of weeks, she caught fever and now she is sick. Hence, I am trying to get fresh food for her, so she gets better soon."
I was shocked to listen this incident.
"Hey! Why do they throw the food? Why don't they give the leftover food to us?"
He asked me. I was speechless. Tears rolling down my eyes, I hugged him and said, "not everyone has a golden heart like you do".
It was a sad reality that we were so ignorant towards the resources and food that we never realized the need of others. We never thought that the food we were throwing with ease was so much important for others.
Maybe, we never respected resources because we never faced the Catalogues of life like this boy did.
- The End
- PRATHAM SHAH
