It was evening.There was nothing to brighten up the surrounding except the street lights scattered at uneven distances.Worrying about the well being of my children, I hurried home from the nearby shop with some grocery, picking up a few vegetables which appeared fresh, on the way. I was still a few steps away from home when suddenly I heard someone talking, as if to oneself. Not realizing who it was, I turned in the direction of the voice. All I could see in the darkness was the silhouette of a woman.It was the same woman whose everyday shelter has been this waiting shed,with just the roof and three bare walls. It was then that realization dawned upon me, for she was so familiar to me.She is the regular face one would come across on one’s trip to and from the nearby shops. Knowing that she spends every night on a roadside shed sent a chill down my spine.
Wondering about her safety, I resumed walking with a heavy heart, considering the dangers that she was vulnerable to. “Only if she was not mentally challenged, only if she had a family to go back to, would she not spend her nights here,” I said to myself.
I pitied her once again like I do every time I see her there.But apart from fearing the the worst and praying for her,did I do anything to make things better for her?”,I asked myself.Have I left her in the mercy of destiny?Am I then, one of those callous citizens who gives a deaf ear and a blind eye to everything that doesn’t bother ME and MYSELF?
In the meanwhile, I reached home, only to be hounded by these questions, the answers to which, I have none.