Shubha

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but sweet smiles to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable. 

Shubha a happy sunflower of my life, I met her daily on my way to mandir. An angel who always greeted me' good morning didi, as she went to school and I too worship my divine.

She had a smile dazzling like a diamond on her dusky skin, giving me flowers for my lord, and me in return a packet of Parle-G. I couldn't imagine a day without her sweet voice greeting me morning wishes. In the evening she used to sell balloons on the footpath to earn her living.

Many a time I offered her, to let me give her school fees, she replied to me with a twinkling eyes " only Parle-G please ." Subha was an orphan, who lived with the peasant family in our colony. I often gave her a few rig-outs and toys of my kids but whenever I offered to give her school fees (you must be knowing her answer to this question) only Parle-G, please. She saved every penny of her earning to pay her school fees.

Years passed and Shubha turned nine. I still remember that morning when she appeared with colorful flowers in her hand, calling out to me 'good morning didi " and I wished her, tapping her head "Happy birthday Shubha "and this time instead of her Parle-G I handed her a new dress. She was overwhelmed to receive the gift and there she ran calling out to her friends “hey, all of you listen I got a new dress on my birthday. " 

As she wished me goodbye leaving me behind with a heart full of content and delight. 

That evening I didn't saw Shubha selling balloons, neither she came for the next day to give me flowers. As I didn't catch her glimpse for next days, I went to inquire about her from the peasants, with whom she lived. 

There I came to know SHUBHA HAS GOT A NEW SUBHA ON HER BIRTHDAY. 

As she left for school on her birthday, she got injured in a road accident. But the accident bought a new home to that orphan.

The car owner, from whose car she got injured had adopted her. After listening to the peasant's story, I wanted to have a look over Shubha. Whether she was in safe hands or not, I was anxious to see her. Peasants gave me Shubha's new address, and her parents contact no and there I found my Shubha in good hands, greeting me once again, "good morning didi " and I handing her Parle-G.and said dear Shubha I wanted to tell you something. Her eyes sparkling like a diamond, but now on her glowing face asked me "What didi?"

 I smiled back and took her in my lap and said,

Shine like a star,

promise me, you will rise every hour.

Life had been gloomy and dark,

but you will change its face,

to a happy shining star.

Which will not die in an hour.