MATTER OF CHOICE
One place where a buzzing city comes to a halt is at a traffic signal. This is one place where people get time to witness a series of events, think, see, observe etc. This is one place where one stops… though for few moments and watches the city passing by. One Evening, while going back home from office, I was stopped by the blinking red light. Like others, I too took notice of various activities going around. One thing common between all traffic signals, apart from red, orange & green lights, is young kids asking for money; or to be precise – begging. This signal too, being in the heart of the city was no different. When everyone was in a rush to reach home after a long, busy day, these kids’ working hours had just begun during the peak traffic hours. While I was waiting for the signal to go green, one such kid came yawning near my Scooty. Barely eight years old, he was wearing a pair of shorts and a shabby t-shirt on a chilly, January evening. He was adamant on his demand for mon