Those were days of Ramadan. as usual Ajay and I (Bhushan) were wandering on roads of Hyderabad.Every shop and mall was glittering. The night was brightened than the day.People were celebrating IFTAR ,enjoying in their Indica,Swift, Merc, Safari. Any one's eyes might be simply delighted seeing their prosperity.Each and every plate may not be less than Rs.250/-as it appeared on restaurant boards.
At the next moment I heard crying from my back.A woman was telling her child that they would get food soon for their IFTAR. That small child was in dark hope of getting food. On one side people were enjoying precious food in their costliest cars and sedans. On the other side a mother did not have food to fulfill her child's hunger. That child may be hungry from SAHER as they were MUSLIM. I just couldn't help my emotions and a lump blocked in my throat.tears dried up at edges of my eyes. The sound of that child's cry lasted in my mind forever....
Oh GOD, HOW MUCH IS THIS FAIR???
At the next moment I heard crying from my back.A woman was telling her child that they would get food soon for their IFTAR. That small child was in dark hope of getting food. On one side people were enjoying precious food in their costliest cars and sedans. On the other side a mother did not have food to fulfill her child's hunger. That child may be hungry from SAHER as they were MUSLIM. I just couldn't help my emotions and a lump blocked in my throat.tears dried up at edges of my eyes. The sound of that child's cry lasted in my mind forever....
Oh GOD, HOW MUCH IS THIS FAIR???
