Its been real long since I blogged...here is a small post..

He slept in her arms, wrapped in a shabby cloth, his head dangling without any support. His face was covered with dirt and grime. Tear marks were highlighted on his face because of the dirt deposited on the tracks. His lips were cracked and slightly departed, he seemed to be in deep slumber, but something about the way he slept made me feel queasy. The lady carrying him, tossed him in air to adjust his curled up body against hers, and still he slept in that deep deep slumber. This tossing up of his body made me observe his tiny right hand, it had a little rakhi tied on his wrist, it brought some warmth to the cold scene in front of my eyes. But it was only short lived, soon the skin of his hand became clearly visible as our car moved closer, the skin on his arm was shriveled, due to a burn I presume. It reminded me of a scene from a bollywood movie, where babies his age are given heavy doses of drugs so that they don't cry because of hunger or thirst. I send a small prayer for him.