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I was running over the highway to catch a bus, but alas I missed it by seconds. I bow down resting my hands on my knees, I was sweating but I could feel only steam embers all over my body, I was gasping for air but could breathe in poisonous air all around me and on top of that, I was thirsty like hell. I saw a vendor from the corners of my eyes, I could see the MRP on water bottle it was Rs.15, I checked out my pocket, I had only Rs.15, and this was for a bus ticket to my destination. I ended up choosing to remain thirsty. Anyways, I managed to drag my tired body to the waiting seats of the bus stop. I lifted my neck towards the sky, it was a bright sunny day which forced me to close my eyes, and then I took a deep breath. Suddenly, someone pulled my leg, I reopened my eyes… she was a skinny mother with her newly born baby… she was requesting- “I don't have money... Please buy some water for my baby, she is thirsty”. I looked at her baby, she was crying and looking tired. A thunderstorm gathered in my eyes, I smiled and could deliver just one word from my thirsty mouth - “sure”. As the water starts rolling down in the thirsty throat of the baby.,it started raining. Some strange but positive vibes started flowing in my veins which raised goosebumps... I was wet but not because of sweat, petrichor all around but of soil not vehicle's oil, and on top of that, I was no more thirsty for a while. I felt a great inner SATISFACTION as the newly born baby has just blown the humanity inside me again, which we have forgotten even for ourselves and I won't let it go in vain. Indian says India is great, American says America is great, But neither India nor America, HUMANITY is great…
Spread love spread humanity....
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