Turning a blind eye

Yesterday i walked to Elphinston station from office. I usually like to peep in the homes of people living in slums and watch the kids playing in the mud or their moms cooking on a stove. Their apartments were tiny with barely space for a man to stretch out, but they seemed pretty happy enjoying life. But yesterday all i could see were rubbles! Those slums were somebody’s homes..it really struck me hard to see it all reduced to just concrete.

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I’ve always sympathised with slumdwellers but i have never empathised with them. Now i do! just the sight of the devastation made me feel queer. what if it was my home tomorrow? what if the government suddenly finds that my home is built illegaly? i cant see it bulldozed to the ground, all the memories and laughter attached to your homes reduced to ashes!

I really pray that people who have been rendered homeless find a roof over their heads. hope they got some rehabilitation. I have to walk through the same places today, where previously i saw a mother cooking and kid playing,slum3.jpg now i’ll only see ghosts of yesterday reduced to rubbles.