It was around 1 p.m. when I was walking towards the Visitors' Hostel. As I was coming from my department, I was on a straight road. When I came near Kendriya Vidyalay, I saw a little kid, about 8 years old, stumbling, trying to hold a full size adult cycle. It was pretty evident that his father had asked him to hold the cycle and gone inside the school for some work. God knows, why he hadn't put it on stand, may be the stand was broken or something, but it wasn't, as far as I remember. Whatever, but for the whole length of the road, I kept looking at the kid, and then when I passed him, I kept turning and looking at him. The kid was so small that he was literally struggling in that killing heat to prevent that cycle from falling. He could have easily put the cycle sideways on the road and stood comfortably. But he didn't. Probably, his sincerity robbed him of his wits. And I kept looking at him, but didn't go to help him put the cycle on the stand. Probably, his sincerity robbed me of my wits too. I think I didn't observe his face and his features, forget remembering them, but by god I know that he was one of the cutest kids I'd ever seen.
And by the time I'd reached the VH, one of my doubts, whether not doing what God has made us capable of, is actually a crime or not, was resolved. I was pretty much convinced now. It is a crime.
And by the time I'd reached the VH, one of my doubts, whether not doing what God has made us capable of, is actually a crime or not, was resolved. I was pretty much convinced now. It is a crime.
