Rohit and his meals

It’s Rohit, running here and there with his tricycle and his beautiful Toys. His hands couldn’t carry all those toys but somehow he managed to carry. His mouth full of food , his cheeks and chin painted with all sorts of curry ,vegetables and curd. Oh! His mum is running behind him. What’s happening? This cute idiot with his slender legs and childish laughter cheating his mother to take his lunch. What a pity mother she is? Running behind her child all the time for eating, bathing, dressing, combing. As all mothers she is the busiest person in the world.

Robin to start with, is a cute Johnsons and Johnson kid of two years old who is always surrounded by his grandparents, aunties and his parents. He is the only happiness for the family. He is always well dressed, nicely combed. He is a normal child who is funny and trying to explore the world all the day.

Rohit’s Mother Sweetha, a well educated lady who have left her job for the sake of her kid. Her life revolves around her child and her family. She used to bath Rohit, thrice a day, dress him five times a day, comb him whenever she feels like and feed him throughout the day. Feeding her child is the most difficult job for her. Rohit a toodler with full of energy hates eating. A cold war always arises with his mum for eating. He would keep his mouth shut tightly while sweetha would use her fingers as screw driver to open his mouth and stake his mouth with all sorts of nutritious diet. At last Rohit would win the game by spitting all the stuffs and start running. Again the game will continue...

It was a sunny day. Rohit and sweetha started running catching each other in the bare streets near their house. There was a new building construction going on directly opposite to their house. Many labourers were working in the construction site while their kids were roaming in the roads. Those kids had literally no dress in their bare body. Their hairs were brownish which never smelt the touch of comb and dirty hands and fingers which never touched the warmth of water. They started staring at Rohit, his tricycle and Toys. For them seeing Rohit and his toys made them happier than playing with those costliest things. Sweetha called those kids and gave some food and made them to play with Rohit. The food melted in their mouth like an iceberg on water.Sweetha wondered how these kids eat and why her child is not eating. She doesn’t know at that time that only hungry stomach needs food and a full stomach doesn’t know the value of food. Rohit also started taking some of his mouths by playing with those street kids.

One fine day these kids also got a ball from the nearby garbage dust bin. They were so happy , washed the ball and started playing. As usual Rohit came out for his meals. The Kids also came happily with the ball and showed to Rohit. This poor child with all his new branded American toys and new tricylcyle started crying for the garbage ball. Sweetha started shouting at him because she is very particular of his cleanliness. But as usual Rohits adamancy won over his mums cleanliness. She allowed him to take the garbage ball. Rohit started playing happily with that new garbage ball. Sweetha gave those kids some of Rohits toys and allowed them to take his bicycle. All the kids were happily playing with some internal fights also. She sat in the nearby slab and peacefully seeing they play. Sweetha was wondering in her mind “who knows, any one of this kid may be a big star or a scientist or a sports man even a great leader tomorrow”. Jawaharlal Nehru’s words struck her mind “Today’s children are tomorrow’s leaders of India”

God has given everyone same eyes, mind and heart. World sees each and everyone differently. Society keeps each people at different positions.

Some mouths are always filled and Some Mouths are always hungry. But happiness is always not materialistic. It’s the heart and soul of human race. All are born from a mother’s Womb. Where the difference arises? Where the both end meets? Than feeding your child, educate him to feed the needs of other people and the human race.

Dr.Suhanya Prasanna Kumar

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