Wind that blows

The beger

There was a begger in front of shiv mandir, named sarada, Hajipur. She has one son which is 9 months old and still holding to her veil of saree like his life depends on it. Begger is a lonely one, her husbend had been burried dead. Yes what you think is true she is not hindu rather muslim. She lives near the temple in a small plastic wrapped hut which is sloping making it difficult stand alone with two pillars. She begs everyday outside the temple daring not to go inside. Whats she get from begging manages to feed her bony sickly son.
One day after a long day of begging for money she manages to gather up 50 rupees. She was so happy. She brought a pocket of milk from the nearest omfed shop and a bread packet. She sat down with her son and place a brocken bowl in which she begs for money. She pours half of bowl with milk and give to her son to gulp it. Mother and son had not eaten a single morsel since morning. She began to tore a peice of bread with her wrinkled filthy shaking hand careful not to drop it on the floor. She gives her son a little amount and then give him some milk. She always first fed her son and then she eats but today she was verry hungry so she began chewing her share of bread too. Soon she feel that her son has become stiff. Her eyes widens in horror when she found that her son has become blue all of a sudden. Little she know tha her son is chocked. She shook him vigorously and what she found that gave a life long scar in her heart that the blue pale body falls into the ground. She shouts in pain and call for help. But no one dares to help her. She falls to the ground sobbing, curddling her lifeless son .