Beggar-woman

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Red traffic light. I stop my car at the crossing under the bright hoarding praising the government’s work. A beggar-woman standing on the divider side rushes to the car window with hope. Little child may be partially dosed with drugs rests on her shoulder. Some flies are resting on his running nose like permanent habitants. Her eyes evaluate the passengers in the rear cabin. My daughter looks at that cute, but unhealthy child on her shoulder. She fumbles for some coins in her purse, rolls down the glass and gives her some. She leaves the window to reach the other car behind. Light is still red. Suddenly a big, Government sponsored hoarding of proposed flyover looks dull to me through the front glass. Finance minister on the radio is boasting for a double digit growth rate increase next year. I see through the rear-view mirror; a beggar’s child opens his sedated eyes for a while only to close it again. Light turns green. I slowly push on the accelerator, still watching them in the mirror. She runs towards the divider side iron-railing, holding coins in her hands. Child goes to sleep again, similarly to my countrymen, who are dosed with the vices of cast-ism, religious apathy and cultural racism. And the white-capped leader is still shouting on the radio about his government’s achievements.

 (Note-photo source internet)

 

Comments 8

 
Rosy Cole on Wednesday, 24 June 2015 10:37

This imagery is so graphic, metaphor so integrated with what is happening, both to observer and observed, that it strikes on every level.

Thank you, Dr Jitu. I hope we may hear more when you have time.

This imagery is so graphic, metaphor so integrated with what is happening, both to observer and observed, that it strikes on every level. Thank you, Dr Jitu. I hope we may hear more when you have time.
Jitu C Rajgor on Wednesday, 24 June 2015 20:28

Thank you Rosy. Will try to post more stories.

Thank you Rosy. Will try to post more stories.
Stephen Evans on Thursday, 25 June 2015 03:04

Powerful.

Powerful.
Jitu C Rajgor on Thursday, 25 June 2015 03:23

Thank you Stephen.

Thank you Stephen.
Virginia M Macasaet on Saturday, 27 June 2015 12:04

I had the same word in mind as Stephen -- Powerful! Beautiful, Jitu. I had to pause and take it in...

I had the same word in mind as Stephen -- Powerful! Beautiful, Jitu. I had to pause and take it in...
Jitu C Rajgor on Saturday, 27 June 2015 19:03

Thank you Virginia.

Thank you Virginia.
Former Member on Thursday, 05 November 2015 13:01

Breathtaking.

Breathtaking.
Jitu C Rajgor on Thursday, 05 November 2015 18:53

Thank you Jane.

Thank you Jane.
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