It was a hot summer morning today as I went out for my daily jogging. At 6 AM the sun started showing its anger and I started sweating while doing rounds in a one kilometer long road which people around use as a joggers/walkers lane. I do an up-down five times on that road. Most of the morning walkers are elderly people, who did not put much thought or time about their health in their early ages and were too busy collecting assets and now they have everything but their most precious treasure is giving them trouble and with a doctor’s prescription started doing something to control their blood pressure, diabetes, pulse rate and so on. So you can identify them as they are overweight, middle aged and wealthy. Yes, there are young guys and girls also who know the benefit of staying fit and staying in shape.
The first time when I am covering that one kilometer stretch, something at the side of the road attracted my attention. I saw a small, baby kitten was lying, bleeding and crying with one of her legs were broken and I could guess it easily that some vehicle might have hit her, probably a two wheeler and it must be around 20-30 minutes the baby cat was lying there in pain. I stopped there, watched her for some time and made my heart and brain understand that I could not help that small animal and moved on. Every time I was passing her, I found her pain was increasing as her cry was becoming more and more painful. Sometime I saw few people stopped and watched and like me again moved on. In the back of my mind I was feeling guilty somehow as I could not do anything for that small kitten and then I instructed my heart to be “practical” as I have nothing to do that can help her. We people are damn smart and “practical”, aren’t we?
On my fifth turn, I saw a beggar (oh, here we have full of beggars everywhere, anytime) with his big dirty bag where he collects his treasures, normally the wasted food from some household, some used cane of some cold drinks or some dirty clothes that some good hearted housewife might have gifted him sometime. He gets interested and he sits beside the crying kitten. I have almost completed my jogging and hence set down in a small wall for some rest and started observing what that beggar was doing. He started moving his dirty palm on the kitten’s forehead very lovingly and started saying something, I could not hear what he was saying, but could make out that the words had full of love and affection. Then he brings out one biscuit from his bag and breaks that down to pieces and started feeding the baby cat. The kitten stopped crying, she must be hungry as she was eating the only breakfast meal the beggar might have. Then the bagger took the kitten on his arm and he stood up and started walking saying sweet things to her.
I don’t know the rest of the story as I had to come back and put myself again into the daily routine I am following for quite a long time like getting ready for office and all. But one thing I realized, who says the world is becoming a loveless place?
