One of the easiest things in life is complaining and as a child I took great pleasure in doing just that. It was a Herculean task to satisfy my never ending list of wishes. Things could always be a tad better. My parents ensured that I got the best and yet there were innumerable complaints. However when I start looking around me, I realise how privileged I am.
Wide gaps
There are many children who haven't been bestowed with the best of facilities. Born into underprivileged families they are forced to toil hard, both day and night. To them things we consider necessities are luxuries they cannot afford.
When I see such longing, a sense of guilt arises in me – the guilt of having spent a huge sum on things which I really didn't need, the tantrums I threw for an expensive doll or the numerous complaints about not getting to eat my favourite food. And when I think of the millions of hungry souls, I realize how privileged I am. Standing in front of my wardrobe, it was easy to yell, “Mommy my clothes are so out of fashion!” My nose could have been smaller, eyes bigger!! I could go on and on.
And now whenever I see the poor, the hungry and the disabled I send a little prayer to God. I have learnt to embrace life as it is and make the best use of things I have been provided with.
Keshika has just finished Std. XII, SBOA School and Jr. College.
