I was driving past a road. (I may not be driving because I don't know how to. Possibly I was sitting and someone else was driving. Anyways skip the trivial details.) There were some huts by the road. Huge ones. There were many people in there. Oddly they were laid out in a grid fashion. It was too mysterious to be real. We pull over to stop by.
All of them were starving. Starving, sickening to near death. Too dead for moving any faster than microscopic speed. I also saw that they were all vomiting some kind of white fluid. May be because of hunger.
There was only one lady helping them all. I looked closely to find out who that may be. To more surprise she was my grandma. Coincidentally she had passed away last month. She said that there is only one benefactor for all the sick people. The help is not enough. People are getting starved and sick and dead every minute.
By this time I felt like throwing up. To such an extent that it broke my slumber and I got off my bed guilt ridden. Why is not anyone helping them? How can this we be this apathetic? How can this we be this blind to needy?
It was a ghastly dream. A nightmare some will say.
It was not a nice experience. I did not relish my breakfast today. But with time it faded and so did my desire to help and make the world better place. And I am back into the groove working for my PhD.
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