I would absolutely love to share this treasured experience with all my dear Quora friends.
It’s just another beautiful winter morning, I am sitting back on my cozy army chair relishing the warmness of the sunlight kissing my cheeks. 🙂
Yup, I’m sure we all are enjoying the winter mornings by either with a cup of hot coffee or a soup of bowl. Some of us just love to cuddle into our warm blankets, right?
We just love it ! Where as some children in our country are still struggling to survive the harshness of nature.
So as you can see, I'm just sitting back, not just sitting and relaxing, but
I'm reminiscing one harsh winter afternoon in Santiniketan, a town in Burdhwan district West Bengal.
Santiniketan is the pride of our Bengal, home of Nobel Laurette , Rabindra Nath Tagore. Its a beautiful place. Nothing in this whole wide world attracts me more than this place:D
I'm sharing some photos so you can picture it better as you read through.
Nowhere in this world will you find a school like this, “Pathabhavan”. School under trees, on the lap of nature, where teachers and students sit on hand woven mats . Great personalities like Nobel prize holder Amartya Sen grew up in Santiniketan, qualified from Pathabhavan.
Beautiful right? Such beautiful things can only be found in our country. 🙂
Coming back to the experience I wanted to share.
This took place in a winter vacation 2 years ago. We have our own bungalow in Santiniketan, so any vacation we get we love to spend our holidays there.
We were travelling in train first class compartment as usual, we were enjoying our journey thoroughly.
We reached Bolpur station by afternoon. Just as I stepped into the station, I felt the icy wind on my face. I immediately wrapped another shawl.
Stations are my favourite places. People busy running for the their trains, Bauls(folk singers) singing and entertaining the passengers waiting, the chaayewalas screamming, ”Chaaye chai? Chaaye chai ?”(do u want tea?)or “Lemon tea, lemon tea.”
The fruit vendors screaming, selling oranges and shouting, “Charte kuri ! Charte kuri !”(four for twenty rupees !)
The jhaalmuri or bhelpuri walas passing by with their jhunjhunies making funny sounds.
The announcer repeating the time of arrival and departure and the platform number for the next train.
Oh! So musical! I could spend the entire day watching all the actions going on without getting bored at all!
My mother started to complain about the cold. She told us to hurry for our car was waiting outside to take us to our bungalow.
But my eyes were still wandering everywhere! Trying to take a glimpse of everything, when it suddenly reached the most heartbreaking sight.
I saw two human kids, one boy and one girl, almost bare on their bodies, lying beside a mother dog and her pups, wriggling into her body, rubbing against it just to get the heat and warmness. And the mother dog was welcoming them into her arms without any complain!
I quickly opened my shawl and wrapped it around the kids. I was shocked when I felt their bare bodies were burning hot! My mother immediately fetched some warm milk from a chaaye walaa and some biscuits and cakes.
I took the girl in my arms, my didi(elder sister) took the boy, they both were gulping down the food so quickly that I could not hold my tears any longer.
God knows when was the last time they had a proper meal.
We took them to the nearest hospital where they both were admitted for Pneumonia. We sent men to search for their parents, but no one claimed for any lost kids.
They recovered within a week. My didi (elder sister)named the boy Sporsho, I named the girl Chhoya, which both means to touch or feel something 🙂
We were worried about where to find a shelter for them, but our house keeper and his wife took the responsibility of being their parents. 🙂
Now Sporsho and Chhoya are residing in Santiniketan with their parents, going to Pathabhavan. I've heard that Chhoya has already become a beautiful singer. 🙂
The thought of this treasured experience is only making me smile widely. 😀
But before I end my writing, I would like to leave a note of request to all my Quora friends.
Every year in our country, dense fog and bitterly cold weather have disrupted life across India.
We all can help them right? I'm sure we can.
Think about it before you retire to bed tonight, before you wrap yourself in your warm blanket, think about it before you finally fall asleep,
That somewhere out there, maybe in your nearest park benches, some homeless people are still struggling to stay alive, to fight the icy bitter winds.
Try to spare some some money for the welfare of the poor people who suffer the hardship of cold winters. Try to distribute some warm cloths. Try to contribute some amount to charitable shelters.
Edits: Thanks to Rishabdada and Shrutididi for editing my work..!!!!