I was sipping a hot cuppa today, perfect for a cold rainy day.
Out of the corner of me eye, an image stood still. I looked out and saw a child who wore rags for clothes look at me with all the wonder his pale brown eyes could conjure.
I walked up to him and asked him his name. His name was 'Suryan' which means 'The Sun'. Suryan is ten, does well at the government school he goes to and was helping his Sister sell roses to earn what I would call spare change. When I queried as into why he was staring at me, he sheepishly replied albeit with the brightest spark in his eyes that I looked liked the sort of person who could spare him 20 rupees. 20 rupees. Ironically, that's the exact amount I left as a tip at the cafe. 20 rupees was enough to buy a plate of hot lunch for him and his sister. I gave him the money but as habit stands I asked him where he stays. He said " I have no home."
Out of the corner of me eye, an image stood still. I looked out and saw a child who wore rags for clothes look at me with all the wonder his pale brown eyes could conjure.
I walked up to him and asked him his name. His name was 'Suryan' which means 'The Sun'. Suryan is ten, does well at the government school he goes to and was helping his Sister sell roses to earn what I would call spare change. When I queried as into why he was staring at me, he sheepishly replied albeit with the brightest spark in his eyes that I looked liked the sort of person who could spare him 20 rupees. 20 rupees. Ironically, that's the exact amount I left as a tip at the cafe. 20 rupees was enough to buy a plate of hot lunch for him and his sister. I gave him the money but as habit stands I asked him where he stays. He said " I have no home."
What he said still lingers in my head. Strange isn't it? The Sun has no home.
~Anil Paremal
