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The Boy
Friday, Jun. 03, 2005
I feel The silence feels like flowing

I did something that thought id never do . I added a few people on my orkut who I know will be surprised after reading my diary .So it starts . But I don’t care . I can live with only having a handful of people around me .I am grateful for everything I have in life . For the amazing disposition I possess that has time and again taught me to value the little precious moments in life .I just wish I could enjoy these moments with someone who appreciates them the way I did .


He was only a child . I think he was not even 10 . A quiet boy in Raza’s household . A distant cousin. I saw him sitting in a corner , still . Mute . There was a fair amount of movement all around people rushing in and out of the room . People talking loudly .People discussing the incident . And that boy sat there with the whole world at its feet , not caring about anything .I walked up to him and sat next to him on the floor . He looked up and brandished a broken smile . I reciprocated . We sat there quietly for almost 25 30 minutes .I was frantically searching for something to say . This never happens to me . People talk to me and I placate them . This is how it has been but this time , I was clueless . I saw his little face and I just didn’t know what to say . And Id like to think I can deal with anything . I bet this is why I felt so lonely yesterday . Though I was there only for around an hour , it seemed like eternity . I saw myself in that little boy . I wanted so much for him . A million thoughts crossed my mind .His education . His Wardrobe . His food . His health . His future .


Auntie said something to me and I don’t know how I responded . What was my reply .. I don’t know but I know the kid watched me carefully . His lips were trembling now and I didn’t know what to do .He got up and walked out . I followed him .He came out in the yard and sat on the bench on one side. I went ahead and sat next to him . This time I could see his eyes swell up . I cursed myself .Say something azey . Anything . But then he looks at me and he slides across the bench towards me and just hugs me .He starts weeping profusely . He cried and cried and cried . And I didn’t know what to do .I tried to restrain myself but I couldn’t .


We cried together .







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