Plight Of Humanity

Between a monastery and a tourist bus station in the tourist hotspot of Swayambhu, a faint, young girl aged about eight years or so sits on a damp road one cold February morning, with a baby on her lap and an almost empty steel dish in front of her. She throws a look at every passing human being, perhaps expecting them to give some money. Similar sights come a-haunting in the metropolis every day, giving a milling humanity going about their respective rat races shocks one too many. At the foot of Swayambhu sit a couple of people, asking passersby for generosity.