Redistributing Love2 mins 101 2 mins 101
She would have been 65-70 years old...
In a parallel universe,
She would have been resting on a cot,
Immersed in a sad teleserial...
But the present universe was harsher
It was working towards making her reality sad -
Not her pastime.
She slowly walked around the bus terminus asking for alms
All that the people could offer were silent and rude 'No's...
I wished for a new nation to be formed
That accepted people's denials as a currency
Wouldn't that place be a paradise for beggars and one-sided lovers?
Having received nothing, the old woman
Walked towards a roadside eatery with plain hope
The owner of the eatery looked at her empty hands and smirked
Perhaps he was smirking at our empty hearts
Perhaps he was smirking at the excess-embracing economy
He then handed her a plate with a few scoops of rice...
The old woman walked towards us
And sat down to have her lunch with us
She took a handful of rice and searched through the crowd
Spotting a little girl, she called out to her and offered her food...
The girl's mother was terrified
And she tightened her grip on her daughter's hand
Also imprinting a picture in the girl's mind
That all strangers were dangerous...
The old woman called out again
Her hand filled with food
Her face filled with compassion
But the crowd that was not willing to offer
Was also not willing to receive...
That day, standing there in the bus terminus,
I longed for a communist movement to be started -
Not just for the redistribution of wealth
But also for the redistribution of love...
How beautiful and fair would the world be
If every person could receive the same amount of love he/she was willing to offer?