Kindness
A child cried alone in a basket of fruits. A passer by looked around,
seeing none around in this locality of Old Delhi. He called around and
hurriedly left the place before someone could see him. Another car
passed by, a couple around 40 stopped by, saw the child, waited around
and called 101. It was past midnight. Not many lights were on in the
houses nearby. The couple picked up the child and cuddled it. It felt as
if it was their own child. The hugged it and hurriedly left the place
with the child in the car. Probably they did not want the police to take
it from them. It was a girl and they did not have one even in 15 years
of their marriage. A cute one. One window on the 3rd floor of a
wretched house, Neelam kept crying in her old house at GB Road till she
finally fell asleep. The most peaceful sleep she ever had. Her
daughter wouldn't have to live that life ever.
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