Yesterday on my
way to office, my car stopped at a traffic signal. As
always, there were beggars hovering around different cars in the hope of some
charity. A girl 8 - 10 years old, with sooty skin and brown-black hair tied in
a braid, stood on the other side of the road. She had a 1 year old balanced
between her left arm and chest, and was inclined to the left to support the
weight with her lighter right leg slightly outstretched. She looked at me from
a distance with narrowed eyes, scrunched her face into an expression of
helplessness and extended her hand to ask for money. I smiled and shook my head
to refuse. To my surprise, she grinned back and copied my head shake with a playful expression and questioning
eyes, asking me to reconsider. I repeated my gesture with a wider smile which
she returned with even a toothier one. After the drill repeated for a couple
more times, she decided to step up the game. To her toothy smile, she added the swaying of her lighter right foot, synchronising the head sways to match the foot, like a kid adamant to
convince her parents into buying a toy
on display. The next moment, the signal turned green. On seeing my car move, she stopped and merely raised her hand and waived me a good bye. Friday, April 18, 2014
Immaculate innocence!
Yesterday on my
way to office, my car stopped at a traffic signal. As
always, there were beggars hovering around different cars in the hope of some
charity. A girl 8 - 10 years old, with sooty skin and brown-black hair tied in
a braid, stood on the other side of the road. She had a 1 year old balanced
between her left arm and chest, and was inclined to the left to support the
weight with her lighter right leg slightly outstretched. She looked at me from
a distance with narrowed eyes, scrunched her face into an expression of
helplessness and extended her hand to ask for money. I smiled and shook my head
to refuse. To my surprise, she grinned back and copied my head shake with a playful expression and questioning
eyes, asking me to reconsider. I repeated my gesture with a wider smile which
she returned with even a toothier one. After the drill repeated for a couple
more times, she decided to step up the game. To her toothy smile, she added the swaying of her lighter right foot, synchronising the head sways to match the foot, like a kid adamant to
convince her parents into buying a toy
on display. The next moment, the signal turned green. On seeing my car move, she stopped and merely raised her hand and waived me a good bye.
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