Nothing excited me .I didn't know why i was alive. Seeking a purpose I thought of all that i could do. I narrowed in to speaking and writing. So i decided on story telling for children in hospitals. I started narrating stories at the Paediatric ward cancer care center . After my stories i was more bothered about posting my pictures on the face book and waited for the clicks and claps. The children meant nothing to me.. Oh! What a noble job! they need you, were some comments. In one session i was wearing a new pair of sandals that hurt a lot. And as usual i was complaining. After my story we did clay play. Children made a cat, butterfly. Children rushed to keep it on the window sill for display. One child near me made a snake. I signaled him to keep it on the window sill . He didnt move. I was angry and went towards him. I could now see him fully. I was horrified. He didnt have a leg. I extended my arms suggesting we go towards the window sill. We kept his clay snake there and came back. I put him down. He started fiddling with my sandals.! He smiled and made me feel significant. No plaints. I continued narrating stories. No face book posts ; no clicks. No claps. Just me and the children who gave me a meaning to live. The children need me ? No. I need them more.
Presenting "Karma for Charity and not for Claps" at story Slam..Kommune on 16th May 2017..Nicobar,Kala Ghoda..Mumbai
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