The little girl with the shining eyes
Her eyes radiated strength.
She looked in the direction of her friend and said, “Don’t force ,nah”
Her friend, a little girl with short hair and dark skin wearing tattered clothes, had a huge bunch of roses and was irritatingly forcing me and my friend to buy a couple of them.
All this while I was least bothered and was just walking out of the Barista at MG Road, Bangalore.
I turned around and looked at her.
She was little too. She had a nice face. Fair with long hair neatly tied-up and eyes that were not black and had a shine about them. She did not look like an Urchin. She had a huge bunch of roses too. I took a liking to her from second one.
I asked her, “Why are you not trying to sell your roses?”
She said,” Uncle, will you buy one?”
I told her to sit down and tell me more about herself.
I quizzed her.
She said that her parents were into trading garments and they slept near brigade road.
Her friend was more forceful because she had more pressure from home to sell the roses.
They needed the money for paying a school fees of Rs 800. They bought the bunches from the market in the morning at about Rs 150 and managed to sell around 300 Rs worth of roses in a day.
Both of them spoke fluent English and would have put to shame many of my batch-mates at IIM L.
Mt friend and I decided to buy 2 roses from the little girl with the shining eyes as the other girl was a spoiled brat. She refused to allow us to buy both from her and pointed her finger to her friend and said, “Please buy from her also” .
I continued talking to the girl. She had her exams going too. Tomorrow was Language and today the computer exams got over.
I asked her why she was not advising her friend to behave better.
“I have tried but she beats me. Someday she will understand”. I sat there listening like the student to a great philosopher. The little girl had sold her rose and asked me politely if she could leave.
I said, “Wait, Can I give this rose to you?”
She vehemently shook her head and rushed off.
Me and my friend walked along and caught up with the pair again.
This time with a bit more firmness in my voice I told the little girl ,"I am giving this to you because you are a nice girl and you study well and if you don’t accept my rose I will feel bad. "
She accepted.
My friend also wanted to give her rose to the little girl with the shining eyes. But the little girl just looked in our direction and pointed in the other direction indicating that we should be giving the rose to her friend too.
The other little girl accepted it.
Never felt happier about giving a rose to a girl.
She looked in the direction of her friend and said, “Don’t force ,nah”
Her friend, a little girl with short hair and dark skin wearing tattered clothes, had a huge bunch of roses and was irritatingly forcing me and my friend to buy a couple of them.
All this while I was least bothered and was just walking out of the Barista at MG Road, Bangalore.
I turned around and looked at her.
She was little too. She had a nice face. Fair with long hair neatly tied-up and eyes that were not black and had a shine about them. She did not look like an Urchin. She had a huge bunch of roses too. I took a liking to her from second one.
I asked her, “Why are you not trying to sell your roses?”
She said,” Uncle, will you buy one?”
I told her to sit down and tell me more about herself.
I quizzed her.
She said that her parents were into trading garments and they slept near brigade road.
Her friend was more forceful because she had more pressure from home to sell the roses.
They needed the money for paying a school fees of Rs 800. They bought the bunches from the market in the morning at about Rs 150 and managed to sell around 300 Rs worth of roses in a day.
Both of them spoke fluent English and would have put to shame many of my batch-mates at IIM L.
Mt friend and I decided to buy 2 roses from the little girl with the shining eyes as the other girl was a spoiled brat. She refused to allow us to buy both from her and pointed her finger to her friend and said, “Please buy from her also” .
I continued talking to the girl. She had her exams going too. Tomorrow was Language and today the computer exams got over.
I asked her why she was not advising her friend to behave better.
“I have tried but she beats me. Someday she will understand”. I sat there listening like the student to a great philosopher. The little girl had sold her rose and asked me politely if she could leave.
I said, “Wait, Can I give this rose to you?”
She vehemently shook her head and rushed off.
Me and my friend walked along and caught up with the pair again.
This time with a bit more firmness in my voice I told the little girl ,"I am giving this to you because you are a nice girl and you study well and if you don’t accept my rose I will feel bad. "
She accepted.
My friend also wanted to give her rose to the little girl with the shining eyes. But the little girl just looked in our direction and pointed in the other direction indicating that we should be giving the rose to her friend too.
The other little girl accepted it.
Never felt happier about giving a rose to a girl.
posted by ajaxheart at 8:12 AM
6 Comments:
Can't stop smiling. It left a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
touched:)
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Thats a nice gesture dude.
blogger is eating my comment..
anyway, just wanted to say this sounds like a page out of a childhood story book..sweet.
"Lives that Cross each others paths
Circumstances that make one realize their worth
Actions that etch in each other's hearts
None too familiar, None too Unheard
That my friend is the what i call The Two Spectrum of Life"
Shenaz Ali (1983-2001)
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