Unlistened Voices....
When heading out of the super market that evening, waiting for auto holding my bags along with thousand thoughts running in mind ..how to solve this..what to do about that...suddenly a little voice calling me..telling "akka...romba pasikidhu akka...sapudave illa...." ...he must be around ten...He was holding those picture books meant for children in his hand...that is never sold...God.. who buys them nowadays...when kids at the other side of that invisible wall..or zone.. are busy playing with android mobiles and other gadgets...Took him some amount that will fetch him today’s dinner...thinking what will the boy do tomorrow...when the other group are heading to United States to do their Masters and even kindergarten..!!! ...When I gave him the amount..an elderly man..must be the owner or master..harshly scolded him “Or you selling or begging ” …Yes..the society consist of just two class of people…the real good and the real bad…Back then...the previous little boy whom I ...