Poverty struck and richer than most
I saw a street art once that read- 'keep your money, I want change', with an illustration of a vagabond. This instantly struck a chord in my head. "Is it really money that makes us rich?", i asked myself. I've been born and brought up in a posh area in South Delhi, India, surrounded but separated from the villages and streets around. I look around myself. I see luxurious homes with all amenities, but zero smiles. I see monotonous routines and hear half - hearted conversations. Then I see bare roads and temporary roofs, but innocence and laughter. It feels like they have nothing but everything; no care and all the time in the world. I am not superficial to believe that they do not face hardships, because who doesn't. But I do believe that they do not settle for lives of robots. Therefore, I demand, not your money, but change. I demand echoes of laughter, a light heart, and a beautiful world that is equally enjoyable for all. I demand an end to this never ending race, which leads to nowhere. I demand more dancing in the rain, because who knows what will happen the next instance. So might as well get drenched and dance, and dance as though its the last time you ever can.
Vani Bhatnagar, India, New Delhi
