SPARE THEM A THOUGHT

• I must not write this. Good way to begin you think. But I never feel like speaking about the good things I have done or maybe I do not want to expose that sensitive side of my character. Whatever. Because I have a blog I am writing this, else I would prefer to remain silent.
• Some months ago, I went to an orphanage to distribute food to children. We went in a car and waited for the kids, who were looking at us warily and shyly, to get ready. Then they took a bath and put on the school uniform and took their plates and sat down in a row.
• Then they sang a prayer, and we started distributing food. For every idly or puri, they looked at me and rolled their eyes and said: "Thank you sir".
• Their dress, their discipline and their sad eyes and the thought that they did not have parents, even a childhood ... I do not know what shattered me. Somebody said they would hold hands and walk in a line to school and come back the same way. Every detail I gathered about them shook me.
• I am sangfroid, that's why I did not break down. But I wore a serious look for three days after that. Their faces never left my mind. Repeatedly, I heard their voice thanking me.
• Basically I never complain about food, eating what is put before me. That day only made my resolve to stay that way firm.
• Hardly we think of such children in our daily routine, though we know they exist. When we see them, believe me, it will leave a lasting impression.
• I realised what it is to feed the poor and that there are a thousand hungry mouths for every morsel we drop. And when people gloat about their achievements of gluttony _ This hotel is good, food is cheap here, I shouted at the waiter _ I slip away to a corner and think of children who are grateful to god for offering them food.
• It's good to hear that many people feed these children on their wedding anniversary, the death anniversary of parents and on birthdays.