Cloudburst

The rain is beating hard on my window panes from i am trying to catch a glimpse of the road below. The cars are moving slowly and the car wipers are struggling with their job. Despite the strong rain, the wind is carrying the aroma of the fresh cookies or cakes from the nearby bakery and quite frankly i just love whenever i get a whiff of that. I quickly roll down my window so that the heavy rain drops do not drench my stuff. Am i missing something? Yes, yes, a cup of hot latte or a bowl of my favorite tomato soup. Well, getting the former was easier for me. Even though my heart was yearning for a fresh cookie or a brownie the rain and the wind stopped me.

My next task was to expunge those emails which were inessential.Spams, spams and more spams. Gosh, i must have forgotten them and they were happily residing in my mail box for quite sometime. Now, u will have to leave and give my inbox some breathing space. Outside the rain is getting harder. Among those deleted emails there was one email which was sent perhaps from any children's organization asking for help for those lesser fortunate ones. There was also a site which led me to a series of pictures depicting those malnourished poverty stricken children. A child's face melts anyone's heart but if the face is of a distressed child we feel all the more. The site did not directly ask me for cash but tacitly mentioned about a helping hand. So i was all the more perplexed. I could have promptly deleted the email unlike the others but before deleting i wanted to check its authenticity. I tried and perhaps used my little internet skill of browsing to arrive at a conclusion but without result. Lastly i decided to delete the email.

I have deleted it then why do i think about it and write a blog of two hundred words? Perhaps the images of those children have stuck with me. There will be perhaps very few people in this planet who aren't moved by the plight of distressed children. These children who have the equal rights unlike the others in their neighborhood are often the victims of those situations which we prefer not to discuss with our children at home. We feel discussing these would be hazardous to the tender minds and hearts of our children. But those poor little ones who are trapped in those dark world and yet smiling through their misfortunes? Do we really do or can do for those little ones? I know simply thinking is no solution and these words aren't going to help me either. At the moment all i can do is to pray to God. I think we all can do this if not anything. God bless and protect those...Amen...