After taking a 20-25 minute bath, I came out of the washroom. My hair was wrapped up in my old pink t-shirt, and my face was still damp. I sniffed my armpits to check if I smelled better.
"Much better," I muttered to myself. My sister noticed my action and shook her head while holding the phone to her ear, silently conveying that I needed to change this habit. But I only did this when I was alone in my room or with my sister.
"Please do something. It's very important; we have to save his life. We don't know how many children are suffering from child labor," my sister urged into the phone.
"Okay, I'll do something," the person on the other end replied.
"Thanks," my sister said and hung up.
Before I could say anything, she began, "Kiran was there. I explained everything about that child."
"Oh, I see," I replied.
"What did she say?" I asked.
"She said she would talk to Mr. Umar. He has good communication with Kiran because he often comes to her office for cases. He's an IPS officer in the Mumbai police. She will talk to him and try to figure things out. She will also check the CCTV cameras at the crossroads to identify the lady who was with the child and gather more information," my sister explained.
I took a deep breath, and so did she.
"Everything will be fine... okay? Don't worry," she reassured me.
"Let's go, you need to eat something," my sister said, placing her phone on the charger.
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Après un bain de 20 à 25 minutes, je sortis de la salle de bain. Mes cheveux étaient enveloppés dans mon vieux t-shirt rose, et mon visage était encore humide. Je reniflai mes aisselles pour vérifier si je sentais meilleur.
"Beaucoup mieux," me murmurai-je. Ma sœur remarqua mon geste et secoua la tête tout en tenant le téléphone à l'oreille, me faisant silencieusement comprendre que je devais changer cette habitude. Mais je ne faisais ça que lorsque j'étais seule dans ma chambre ou avec ma sœur.
"Veuillez faire quelque chose. C'est très important; nous devons sauver sa vie. Nous ne savons pas combien d'enfants souffrent du travail des enfants," implora ma sœur au téléphone.
"D'accord, je vais faire quelque chose," répondit la personne à l'autre bout du fil.
"Merci," dit ma sœur en raccrochant.
Avant que je puisse dire quoi que ce soit, elle commença, "Kiran était là. J'ai tout expliqué à propos de cet enfant."
"Ah, je vois," répondis-je.
"Que t'a-t-elle dit ?" demandai-je.
"Elle a dit qu'elle parlerait à M. Umar. Il a de bonnes relations avec Kiran car il vient souvent à son bureau pour des affaires. Il est officier IPS dans la police de Mumbai. Elle va lui parler et essayer de régler les choses. Elle va aussi vérifier les caméras de surveillance au carrefour pour identifier la dame qui était avec l'enfant et recueillir plus d'informations," expliqua ma sœur.
Je pris une grande inspiration, et elle fit de même.
"Tout ira bien... d'accord ? Ne t'inquiète pas," me rassura-t-elle.
"Allons-y, tu dois manger quelque chose," dit ma sœur en plaçant son téléphone sur le chargeur.
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Something Is Waiting for You
General Fiction"This is a story about love and happiness. Although these themes may seem familiar, my story takes a unique approach by following the journeys of characters like Nahal, Noor, Kiran, Mr. Umar, Haider, and Jacki. It offers new perspectives on life and...
