member of YRC Youth Voice
peer counsellor (2012)
At that time I was in class 11. I was on my way back from my Sanskrit tuitions. I had left home around eight that morning, having eaten nothing but a serving of Maggi, and now it was past seven in the evening. I was ravenously hungry. I bought a couple of chops and some muri [croquettes and rice crisps] and was about to eat - when I saw this boy, about 8 years old, standing beside, looking at me in a pitiful way. It looked like he hadn't eaten anything all day. “Want to eat?” I asked. He nodded. I had no money on me other than my bus fare. What to do, I thought. Let me give him some and eat some myself.
Then I saw a little girl with him, perhaps his sister, no more that three or four years old. I could not see anyone else with them. As soon as I paid the vendor, they came a little closer. And then I forgot how hungry I was. I gave him the small bag of muri and the three chops that I had bought. As soon as they got the paper bag with the food, they started gobbling it up. I don’t know why, but a great feeling of peace descended on me. It made me very happy. I thought, I would get something to eat when I reached home, but who knew whether they would get anything at all?