I was coming back from this shop today evening. It was the usual dusty street outside my house. Ok, so I stay off this dusty street which is first of all filled with potholes and mud, and then there are people walking around, buses plying to and fro, cars and motorcyles speeding within the space left, the remaining road taken up by people selling fruits on carts . I was hurrying through the road so that I could leave that dust cloud and go back home. As I was walking past, I heard a faint radio being played at the steps of a closed shop. I turned to see, and saw this little girl sleeping peacefully next to an emergency lamp which seemed to have an in-built radio. She did look like from a poor family, but was well dressed and had her hair tightly braided. I suppose the kid's parent would have made her sleep and gone back to work somewhere nearby.
She looked so peaceful, i felt like moving my hand over her head.
Now I do not have even traces of attachment towards kids. If they are cute and smart, I am happy to see the bounce around their parents. I can go say a "heylo" to them in an artificially sweet voice just to please the kid's parent, but otherwise I do not like their company. And I was shocked as to why I felt so touched by that sleeping girl. Somehow looking at her, I forgot how dusty the road was, how people around me were yelling and bustling around. I did not hear the horn of buses, screeching brakes of motorcycles, I just felt like smiling.
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