Life in India exposes one to a lot of underprivileged and poor people/animals (mostly stray). I see a lot of them on my way to work everyday. A stray dog huddled by the corner of a street. Trying to protect itself from the chill in the air because of the rains. A poor man eating ban-chai at a roadside stall, probably contemplating how to make ends meet for the day.

A homeless family bathing their kids in the open. One of the kids is crying because it probably does not want to take a bath like any other child. The father is getting their girl ready, trying to tie her hair in a pigtail. These people will then scatter around on the streets begging or asking anyone for work. There is a young couple, who have had a fight. The female is crying dramatically, the guy is trying to persuade her. 

A part of me is torn because of this disparity in lives. In their life and my life. I want to leave everything and go and try help them. I do through food, money. I know its not enough. There is a chaotic system in place which will always have relatively poor and rich people. But I just want them to have a shelter to live under and daily food supplies. I really do. Sometimes I feel I look at life in this super simplistic fashion which in reality does not solve the burdens of the heart.

A part of me on the other hand thinks, poverty must be very liberating. I see people sleeping on the streets everyday. As if they dont care about anything in the world. Of course I am very privileged to even entertain such a romantic thought about poverty. But I really do feel in such case the only fix the world probably needs is some empathy and kindness.