An Incident to remember.......

Phew... ....A weekend finally......
Atleast for name sakes......
And another spree of tests and assignments scheduled for the coming week.....
Dont Our faces convey the message.....?
Speaking Of faces , and the cribbing , I remembered......
As usual , I had been cribbing , and this time it was something that I didnt get from my parents....something very stupid and momentary......its like those things that you long to have , and when u know you're not going to be getting one of those, " grapes are sour" types.....
A new bright black guitar that i had seen at the music store.....
Man ....did I long for that one....a sleek shiny black hobner.
And as ALL ENDS WELL.....my new found pal , was rejected by a gesture made by my pa....to the shopkeeper,which said "naah.....she dan't deserve that beauty".
Everything shattered......as usual.......
While , I almost drank my tears , the whole way back , cursing myself , everybody around me, my very existence(heehee)...and how unlucky I was , and how God was always mean to me ,etc...etc , I realised that I had to pick up my bike given for servicing.
As I entered a garage , I saw a small kid running around , might have been 6-7 yrs old......
I had to wait for sometime for the bike,so I decided to make myself comfortable, and sat on a old bench nearby.
As I waited , I noticed that this little boy , who I mistook for any other normal child,was actually a worker of the garage!!!!
Very soon,I saw him ,moving a KINECTIC HONDA to make place for the other new ones coming in....
Something very heavy for a 7 yr old!!!! Not only this , Pulling out screws, hauling huge tyres from one place to another,not forgetting to get his boss ,a hot cup of " cutting chai" from the kettle at the same time.....!!!! So much of work.....!!!
Dirty , soiled , tiny hands that were supposed to be coloring pictures at the school nursery, were actually drilling , cleaning old machine parts......
I spoke to the older man ,at the garage ,who said that this kids parents couldn't afford a 3 square meals a day, forget school.And here i was a minute ago , crying my lungs out for something ....
I was stone struck....one of the harsh realities of life....and people like me ...enjoying all the luxuries of life ....without even realising the pain , struggle involved in making that happen.
I remembered all my grumpy faces , fights put up with my dad, all those nakhras for eating etc.etc..etc....and then that kid's face.
One thing , I definitely know , that some change has taken place in me...maybe a teeny weeny percent.....but something that I will never ever ever forget.........