Brave girl
She hailed from a lower middle
class family in Haryana and was the toper of her class. Her teachers, neighbors
and principal had praised her on almost all occasions. She had participated,
organized and had received many prizes at various events. But all waste, she
was diagnosed with cancer and had only one and half year more. Her father was
running a general store and his earnings were just sufficient to feed his
family well. Today they were in Delhi, some agent had called them and had
promised for getting them help from an NGO. But it was just a hoax, he asked
for 1 Lakh rupees advance, for mere a promise of getting them help from a
famous liquor manufacturer, who was also trying his luck in elections. They
look lunch at a small restaurant outside ISBT bus stand. This place was not
very clean, smoke of frying oil, flies and heat of chilling summer had made it
worst; they finished it fast and moved inside bus stand.
She saw tears in her father’s eyes,
while waiting for the bus. She wanted to ask her father for stop trying. She
was neither sad nor afraid, not even from the thought of dying. But instead of
spending her last one year on her treatments, she wanted to do so many other things. Mount Everest
was always on the top of her to do list. She wanted to visit China, Pakistan
and few European countries as well. She wanted to be a biker as well. She still
had a poor memory of her first failed try, when she had got her hand fractured two
years ago. She woke up with bus horn and saw her dad picking their bags and
rushing for seat. Its always a struggle to get a bus seat at Delhi. Her dad
managed to get only one seat. Bus was full. After 25 minutes bus was on the
outskirts of Delhi, she was sitting and her dad was looking at a salesman who perhaps
had a pain in his throat but was still trying to sell some home made oil, with
his best efforts. Bus stopped and so many people came rushing in the bus. A
girl in her twenties came and stood near her father. She was wearing goggles, had
ear phones in her ears, chewing gum in her mouth and a smart phone, probably an
android based. She was smiling while typing something on her phone.
Barely an hour had passed, most
of the passengers were taking naps, few ladies on the back side were chatting;
two siblings, a boy and a girl, both less than 10, were fighting for the window
seat. Amidst this silence, there came a tight slap on that man’s face. Whole
bus came to consciousness. That girl was shouting at that man who was in shock
and was unable to comprehend the situation. The little girl stood up and
started pushing that girl away from her father. Soon all the passengers were
either participating in this or were enjoying the free show. Driver had stopped
the bus and was shouting at few youngsters who were recording the whole incident.
Conductor asked and pushed that man to get down from the bus.
After ten minutes that man was
standing on the road with her daughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was
too ashamed to look into the eyes of his daughter. To break this silence, her
daughter said, “Dad, I know you have not done anything. Just remember the
problems never come alone and tough times are the tests that God takes.”
They were standing at a deserted
place on NH 1 and bus was out of sight now. Somebody had given a seat to the
brave girl. But just two seats behind that girl, two young boys were happy at
their luck today and were scared for what could have happened to them today.
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