If you look at the picture you will see a little tear that is about to fall... why is aditya crying as he clutches his pink bag?
Some of you may remeber a post in the June archives of this very blog entitled 'the other WHY', and the same little aditya asking questions no one would answer..
why did my father die ?
why is everyone so nasty to my mother?
why did no one give me medicine when my face was hurting so much?
why do i hear my mama weep at night?
the questions will remain unanswered.. and many more will appear... as life will continue its often cruel course...
Aditya, who never misses a day at project why had not been coming for the past few days.. This morning we sent Urmila, his favourite teacher, to find out what had happened and my blood ran cold when she came back: Aditya was alone at home, and Neha his mother and his grandmother were out.. a kind neighbour told a stunned Urmila that for the past three days the little proud trio had not eaten anything. The gaz cylinder was over.. and as Urmila perused the tiny kitchen she realised that all the diminutive containers were empty, barring one which had a few grains of lentils...
The neighbour went on to reveal that this proud family never asked for help, and often went to sleep after drinking water to calm the hunger pangs... a message was left asking Neha to come by and Urmila returned and shared what she had seen and heard...
We set up our little support network and decided to fill up the empty boxes and the cylinder so that the little family would not sleep hungry tonight and then we would work out something..
Later Neha came clutching little Aditya and we heard that this proud mother, widowed at an age when one is still a child, had calmed little Aditya's hunger with water laced with some sugar and salt and dollops of mother's love...
But there is a god for the lesser ones and he does send angels in different garbs and Aditya's angel was a kind lady who had come to visit project why and who decided to sponsor these little bravehearts till Neha finished her course and could stand on her own feet...
Little Aditya sat on his mom's lap listening to everything and I knew that his little soul knew that an angel had flown by...