The fire Within..

It was a couple of years back . The time when i was in college .. One of my friend was going to his home for a week .So i was appointed in a post of a donkey .." The person who carry all the his friends luggage to the railway station , without even a thanks in return " . After all friendship is all about some donkey things of this type .
His train was scheduled to arrive at morning 4 o clock .. We went to the station in a bike. It started raining as we were about to reach the station ..my clothes got drenched in rain , and some how he managed to protect himself from rain . We reached there an hour before the train time , and we managed to pull his heavy bags to the platform.

There was hardly any people in the platform .Since it was raining outside it was too cold . We had a tea , but it was of no use. Then we decided ourselves to have a cigarette.
Now the task is to find out a Pan shop . He suggested that there is a Pan shop outside the station .

" No i am not going ! " I replied .
" Dude see , you are already soaked " he told me as if i don't know.
" So what ? I don't have money . I didn't took the purse " I gave a really lame excuse .But in fact I was true. I had forgotten my purse.

He gave me 10 rupees and showed me a sympathetic face . I took it from him and moved exactly like a donkey. As i came out of the station a boy , of age around 8 , came to me and asked me some money .He looked dark , was wearing a torn pants and was shivering in the cold .But i have no choice to give the money . I have only a 10 rupees with me and have to get one cigarette , one match box and one tea .so just moved ahead .
He followed me and stood in front of me with his hands open cried in front of me.This is not a new scene for anyone who has gone to an Indian railway station. I ignored him and i rushed towards the pan shop. He then followed me and fell on my feet and asked me again .This is too much .To escape from this i gave him that 10 rupees that i had and turned back to the station .
I saw him running towards the nearby shop with the money .I got curious and i stood by to observe him.He bought a packet of biscuit and rushed to the dark corner of station. I followed him and i saw him giving that packet to a small child , may be his sister .He then noticed me watching them . He smiled at me and i could see gratitude in his eyes .. And the Rest was silence...

The things we left behind...

It was an year or two back.It was a sunday.I was a student then.Some of the wonderful days of my life till now happened in my college.I loved all things in my college except my hostel mess. It was too pathetic, Most of the days the only thing we got to see was Dal and aaloo..Being a south Indian made things worse for me.

The best days of my hostel life was Sundays. Sunday we used to get Non-Veg.So i was very happy on Sundays.And today when i reached the mess i realized that due to some unknown reason there is no Non-veg today, Instead the same aaloo and Dal.That was too much for me.The food wasn't going down my throat.Me and my friend decided to leave the Mess food and go out and have some chicken.
I just dumped the food in the waste basket with a smile and walked out of the mess.We went upstairs , took enough money and discussed what to eat and came down. while we were going out of the hostel, my eyes accidentally went to the waste basket . There i saw a kid , He is son of one of the construction workers in my college , taking out the roties i have thrown .And the rest was silence ...