6:00 am, the alarm rings. Friday mornings can be as dreadful as Monday mornings. The one marks the end of a week and the other one start of a week, and ironically you just don’t want the week to start. I try to put off the alarm, get up and get things rolling.
The power cuts off lately seem to have become a routine. As much I hate these morning power cuts, I feel the pain of people living in the various cities of India that either have no electricity or have the luxury of having it one or two days in a week.
While I was thinking not just about electricity but various other issues like education, hygiene, and food. I see a lot of food wasted in companies, hotels, and events. There are times when even I become the victim of being careless about food and a lot of such basic needs that are readily available for city dwellers but seem like a luxury to many who live in villages and remote areas.
I remember those days when I used to be part of the youth group helping children of the nearby villages with their studies and educating them about hygiene. Some days were good, and some were not, not because the children did not have an attitude for learning but because there was still lack of trust and maybe with their previous experiences they thought we were here to fulfill just another activity as a part of the social cause.
I question myself and the readers, what can we do differently as citizens of this country? The government will do its part, how about we fund many of the organization who have helped the needy? They say when you share your happiness doubles; let’s share and grow happiness.
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