Sweven

Yesterday, I was walking down the street. Rather, jogging. My t-shirt read,”Single and independent” which I truly am. I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly I fell over a rock. My ankle got badly twisted and I had developed a sprain. Just then, a guy, well-built, who, apparently was also jogging came over and lent me his hand. I seemed to be attracted by his charisma. “Omg! He is the definition of tall, dark and handsome,” I thought. I was in such a dreamy state that I actually tried to stand up but I almost fell. And, ladies and gentlemen, that is when, he held me by my waist to support me. He was breath-takingly mesmerising.

No. Wake up from the trance. No such knight-in-shining-armour came to save me. Instead, a thin, lean hand was extended towards me. I raised my eyes and saw a boy, of about 14-15 years old, standing in front of me, arms extended. His shabby clothes were a clear indication of his struggle to survive. He had a beautiful smile. A smile that could not be mistaken for anything else, but genuine happiness to help others. At that moment, I felt bile rise up my throat. Guilt made me sick to the stomach. Everyday, I would not care to even give a look to these people, yet, I would keep n cursing the government because they do nothing. Yet, they are the ones who hold my hand at my hard times.