Trust

Travelling towards the metro station, I spotted a small girl around 10 years old, can’t exactly tell about her whereabouts and whether or not she is helpless but can surely guess that her envies the one her age going to school or to the nearby Kamla nagar market with his/her parents. Draped in a torn white frock, she was selling pen to the people crossing the pedestrian, and for the 2 minutes I was bound to stuck in the Patel Chest traffic jam, she hasn’t got any customers. can’t say whether she’s trapped inside a scandal or is she an orphan or whatever the worst situation but I can definitely feel that she haven’t had a good meal for a while which was highlighted in her thin body structure. Her tangled golden blackish hair implies that she haven’t bathed properly for a while and there’s no one to oil her either. For a moment i went deep inside my emotions and was trying hard to put my feet in her shoes. Then a thought stroked me that what if she was adopted by someone. But then the first question arises, TRUST. How will that family ever trust a street girl, without knowing anything about her past and present. The preceding thought was that isn’t trust too hard to find. And why only is it associated much with blood relations. How much trust worthy a family member is with the other. But by then the green light popped and the rickshaw moved on and I too was pulled out of my deep zone of overthinking!!