This isn’t
just a story, it’s a hope of a little boy. I would have never known the real
value or what can be done with three thousand rupees if I haven’t met this cute
little balloon seller.
I was on the
road waiting for the signal to turn green on my bicycle when a balloon seller
boy approached me.
Boy –
brother do want a balloon, it will look good if you tie it on your bicycle.
Me – no,
thanks.
Boy – ok
(he doesn’t
go, he was looking my bicycle from the corner of his eyes. And after a while he
approached me again.)
Boy – how much
does this bicycle cost you.
Me – three thousand.
Boy – I also
want to buy a bicycle like this.
Me – then why
don’t you buy, ask your father to buy for you.
Boy – my father
is no more, but I’m collecting money for it.
Me – so, how
much have you collected till now.
Boy – 720 rupees.
Me – it’s
very less, it will take you a long to collect 3000.
Boy – yes I know
but I have to give money sometimes to my mother, when she can’t go to work.
Me – what does
your mother do?
Boy – my mother
wash dishes and clothes in neighbors house.
Me – oh, and
why do you want a bicycle.
Boy – so that
I can sell newspapers also with balloon, I tried once but the bundle of
newspapers was very heavy. I will also help my mother to bring water and
vegetables for house with it, she has to carry water bucket for 2 kilometers. I
don’t want her to work in houses which are very far, she has joint pain.
(I was just
looking at his his innocent and cute face, he was just 8 or 9. The signal
turned green, I bought two balloons from him and said good luck and bye.)
Then I took
u turn towards my home and thought why did I fight with my mother for just a
new matching bicycle helmet, when I have one already at my home.
I reached
home and returned the money back and said sorry to her. If you eat three times
a day and you have a house to live then you are lucky. We should value what we
have.
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