Cried Child

Something is trying to taunt me, and its trying little hard to make me unhappy, trying to keep me sad and unworthy. Don't imagine about ghosts now. Its neither the ghosts nor the spiritual souls. Its my own soul and my own life.

Today I will talk about one of the most interesting topics of all. I was ten years old and I was walking towards school on a desolated road. I was wearing full white uniform with white shirt, shorts, socks and shoes. The silk tie with blue and white stripes was hanging from the neck. I was strolling lazily hitting at everything that come in front of my foot. I saw a huge crowd at the corner of the street. In surprise, my eyebrows became straight and the whole body became alert. I ran towards the crowd to see the happening. The crowd had surrounded a small crying child. The child lied on a small cotton cloth. As the crowd increased, the whining sound of child also increased. Being very young I could not understand the situation. I took a good look at the child and came in front of it to touch the flesh. As I leaned to touch it, a strong arm came between my armpit and dragged my whole body. I almost fell backwards. "You can't touch that child, you child", he yelled at me. As he yelled he dragged me out of the crowd and throwed me away from the crowd. I felt helpless and very week to do anything. My friend Sudi came riding the bicycle and asked me whats going on. I told him everything and he also did not quite understood the situation and asked me, if I would like to join him to the park (Maharaja Park). I just waved my head and rode with him to the park and started playing.