A stark contrast

​I look out of the car window,the red lights from the headlights pierce my eyes. Amidst the din of hooting car horns and hollering drivers,a small group of children standing in one corner of the street catches my eye-tattered kurtas,worn out chappals,hands spread out for alms. I take a closer look at them. I notice their muddy,snot covered faces. I look at the broken finger nails and calloused hands. I notice their blistered feet. I look at the desolate eyes.

Nearby,a flashy car comes to a halt. A little boy steps out of his air conditioned mazarati. Crisp shirt,ironed pants,freshly washed hair,toy sky viper in his arms.
A stark contrast.
All along,I have been staring intently at the down trodden faces.

I can almost hear their hearts breaking inside their chests. A feeling of despair and indignation takes over me. What did they do to deserve such fate?On what bases are we given or not given these blessings?Are they distributed randomly?And why?A long list of unanswerable questions comes to my mind. I try to look for the answers. I try to look for the answers in the despondent eyes of the underprivileged ones. I try to look for the answers in the aura of grandness the little prince carries.

I ponder over the ecology of ideas. I look for the answers high and low. And then,the realization hits me-it’s not in the power of ordinary human beings to extort the secrets of universe.
The traffic lights change colours and my car speeds off.