Continues from Part I

Now back to my business, I paid heed to my sweet maid and went out to see who it was. Though I was quite irritated by the call, I always kept my temper under control. I went out, it was another woman with a bag in hand. She knew nothing about me but came up to me and started explaining about why she came to see me. She took a small sheet of paper and requested me some money to feed the children who belonged to an orphanage. I have always been a humanitarian beyond my limits.

Facts that I cry for pathetic news, rampages and tsunami disasters have confirmed me that I am a soft hearted person. The recent footage of a police officer dying and two students in Law College being ambushed by other students with rods and cylindrical wooden pieces took the shit out of me. I lost my mind with my hands and body shivering and my brother slapped me twice or thrice to bring me back to normal. I knew I heard the voices saying “Ramya, what happened”, “Ramya, come back to normal”. It did not help. The thought that the boy was facing severe beatings right in front of police men made me completely insecure. I had a channel running in my mind, what if it was me or my brother or any of my closed ones. Yes there were bright chances, bright chances of my inner vision visualizing the picture of my loved one beaten up like a beast, though it had less or no chance of happening.

I brought back my thoughts to the children in the picture that the woman showed me. I did not know what to do. I asked for a phone number. She said that that was there in the receipt. There were several other proofs that the woman showed me. I explained her about my blogging service and told her that I would wish to render the service for publicizing the home’s work online free of cost. She asked me to contact her higher authority who was responsible for authorizing such things. She also added that the contact number was there in the receipt.