Monday, 3 October 2011

#200 …when you decide to raise up a child not yours.


It is a nightmare, seeing the condition of this place now. Only yesterday, I had not stopped admiring its scenic beauty. And now, after the earthquake last night, with the bodies laid strewn, the buildings collapsed in a heap, cries of young and adult alike ringing in there, it is difficult to remember this place for its heavenly beauty. And then, from somewhere near me I hear a faint moan. Looking around I see a child stuck under the garnet iron bar trying to raise it with his feeble might. I immediately help him out and he instantly clung to me. Not more than 3 yrs old, I doubt he understood what he had gone through. When I try to give him away at a rescue tent for his proper care, he deny letting go of me. His eyes met mine and what I saw in them immediately make me decide to adopt him. After due search of his family and when none were found, the authorities were only glad to hand him over to me once the formalities were over. As I take him back with me to my home, I thank god for the feeling he has already created in me for him.

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