We were moving out of the mall when suddenly someone pulled my dupatta.
I turned angrily. It was a woman in a hijab, with only her eyes visible. She raised a hand to ask for alms.
I stared still angry at her.
I looked at her eyes, they were watery and she seemed to say, ‘I am hungry’
A wealthy country and yet a woman in her hijab has to beg. For satisfying hunger or loneliness, who knew?
A hundred questions and no hope of any answers.
I hand over some fils and head out with a heavy heart.
In response to Everyday Gyaan’s prompt Silent conversation/s