Acceptance of reality

The punch-drunk roads were loaded with honking wheelers and bustling passengers sheltering themselves from the burgeoning showers since past two days. The narrow and unshaped platforms were filled with steely cycles and scooters drenching in the heavy downpour.There were little kids trying to escape from the cautious eyes of their mothers and get wet in the rain. There were groups of people shielding themselves under the shelters of the tiny shops, standing on wet and dirty rubber sandals. Each and every one had different emotions racing their hearts, either they were worrying about their future or sorrowing upon the past, some muttering under their breaths about the never ending downpour.Among the crowd was a weak and ragged looking woman in barefoot silently staring at the droplets of rain water dripping from the roof of the shop, her face was wet with water and greasy with grime and she looked as though she had nothing to worry about. As the showers slackened and the dark clouds moved away, the monotony reverted back on the roads. The woman walked slowly back to where her hut was on the parallel street. When she reached the slum, she saw several of her neighbours shedding tears of distress, when she neared her hut she found that her tiny home ,which she had built with all of her meager savings, was floating in pieces in the floods of dirty water. Each and every thing she owned was either scraped off her home or floating in the water. She stopped in her tracks, staring at the menace for a few seconds, and she started searching for her son, whom she found staring at the hut and shedding tears. "My books", he cried on seeing her, she gently nodded her head and caressed him,wiped off his tears and they troded past the slum, onto the busy roads of the town...