THE TRAFFIC SIGNAL MARKED HER LIFE
Just
three colours, it might seem to everybody else, like you and me,
But,
it meant a lot more to her.
Red
meant stop, amber meant to fasten up and get ready, while green paved the way
to proceed.
She
cautiously awaited them, and only at proper intervals, did she pace ahead.
Who
would know that this media professional who had lived an entirely social life,
purely ecstatic and fast, would now be needing a prosthetic limb just because
she had lost hers in an accident, due to not following the traffic rules?
She
stopped at the signal, the same signal, reminding her of the blatant
past.
She
chose to be a little more careful, again, when she saw a little hawker girl
selling out her pretty wares crafted especially for children.
She
had been deprived with the gift to bear children post the mishap, but looking
at the articles, simply made her heart melt - She would certainly like to see
the pretty smiles of children fancying themselves with the toys.
- Rtr Alpona Dutta
Editor 2015-16,
Rotaract Club of Ramnarain Ruia College
Author of 'Sketches From My Life Till Now"
Comments
Post a Comment