His Little Hands

His little hands

She is waiting for her bus at the bus stop when she spots him. He raises his little hands and spread them before strangers. Some scream at him asking him to move out of their way while some choose to ignore his existence. A few with benevolent hearts hand him a rupee or two. He puts the coin in his shirt's pocket and comes to stand before her, raising his hands in front of her eyes. The fingers that should be gripping pencils and learning to spell words, those fingers are spread before her; begging for a few coins. She looks into his dark orbs that are imploring her to give him something, draw him out of this miserable life. She feels helpless standing there looking into his eyes. She has a few coins which she could give away to him. But she does not. Will he be the owner of those coins? Through him these coins will reach someone else's purse. She looks at his out grown, unkempt hair falling over his forehead, his sunken cheeks and emaciated figure. What is the Almighty be thinking while he is deciding on making one poor and the other one rich? Why is she the one capable to give and he the one standing with his hands spread? Numerous such thoughts cross her mind. The dirt on his face is unable to mask the innocence that every child is born with irrespective of his ascribed status. He has started to walk away from her when she stops him by capturing his fingers in her own hand. His fingers are warm and soft just like the fingers of her own younger brother. From her bag she takes out a pair of round, big, green guavas that she had bought on her way. He is astonished at first and then accepts the fruits and his dark eyes are now twinkling. He walks away from her leaving her to revel in the heart warming smile that he gave her as he walked away.

A/N: Reading is something that I have always enjoyed. After reading some of the most beautiful piece of works, I am trying to discover if I can write. I am new to this world of art, eager to learn and improve, so please leave your honest feed backs. And feel free to point out the mistakes that you come across while reading.

Originally posted by: Snehamadhuri

The theme you selected is great , a psychological churning in one of the onlooker's mind described by you very well !

The solution she find to give solace to her aching heart , ie , gifting a few fruits instead of giving him money , is excellent , in a way an advise to the sensible people .

You have good expressive style , esp .. there is enthusiasm in you to say , to reveal , to unravel your thoughts to your readers , that is the much needed quality of a good writer !

Do write more my dear good writer !😊

Thank you so much !
You have no idea how happy your words make me.
I am really thankful to you for taking out time and reading this work and moreover leaving your encouraging words.
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Dear friend, you really made my day !😊

It takes a poetic heart to put a normal incident from somebody's life in paper and make it hear warming.

Originally posted by: Veil

It takes a poetic heart to put a normal incident from somebody's life in paper and make it hear warming.

The large dark eyes, the unknown urge in the silent stretching of his little hands, the tug of a benevolent heart and a practical mjnd wondering if the coins would be his at all, you painted a picture of such tender moment. And when he smiled, I felt my lips smile too.

You should write more Lena, for the world seems a better place to look at when looked through your eyes

Good comment Veil !😊 Such heart warming words , an understanding and a real appreciation is very much needed to warm up a real writer ! Such comments give new strength to the writing hand and warm feelings to the aching emotions of a sensitive mind to reveal more , to share much more !😊

So well written! Thank you for sharing this.

A writer's ability to confound the reader is a measurement of his/her imaginative elegance.It's my very first scroll through the writer's corner forum and I just came across your title.The first thought that crossed my mind was that this would be a mother's monologue about her little child.Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised.
You have a gift. Do write more.
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Great writing !Please continue !

Beautiful beautiful OS di...I have no words *speechless*

Such a sensitive topic described in heart warming words.