A Nameless, Homeless Amma Can Still Hope

You're Looking at an Old, Sick Woman with Torn Lips & Frail Body, and Couldn't Even Carry a Bag of 6 Bananas

Panjagutta, Hyderabad.

Roughly every street in Hyderabad there's one person going food-less, and what's worse: LOVELESS.

Her torn

At 2PM today I was plodding via Panjagutta's road to nowhere, searching for a news story. I was eager, selfish and you can say all nasty things how one feels when he desires something. I worth it. I photographed a flock of pigeons sitting on a electric line and felt how people look at strange doers like me. I've done that and I had nowhere to again. So, I took the welcoming road by foot.

Suddenly I saw a woman. An old, (probably) sick woman, walking on my side of the divider. You know about Hyderabad's slightly undisciplined traffic!!! I took my phone and started photographing her. None came right. Irritated, I bought a half-dozen bananas (as if the price of photographing her.) I crossed the road, went toward her. I didn't know what to say if she questions me. I dared and asked her if she takes those bananas. She muttered something. The second time when I said her that she could take those, she accepted. 

Her lips were swelled and her body looked like she was from the time of Black Death (European Black Plague that killed around 200 million people) or the Third Plague Pandemic (1950s India.) There was no other thing that had come to my mind.

I took those photos in spite that I couldn't agree with myself in not able helping her any further. I couldn't change her life any better. I stopped where I was. I coudn't follow her with the weight in my heart.

5 minutes later, I resumed my walk. I found her walking in a distance and she suddenly sat on the road. Right there by the flow of traffic. Multitudes of cars and bikes jarring and the sun scorching, I didn't know how in the world she could bear such a life. I wouldn't wish it for an enemy. To be true, I didn't go to help her now. I waited if anyone would. 

Standing 4 or 5 meters away, hidden by the fly-over pillar, right then I saw this man in blue. He reached her and when he did, I thought, "Is he going to scold her? Will he pull her over?" I assumed this man in blue shirt was a watchman of any story by that road. But he wasn't. I realized that he actually puller his car over to help this hopeless woman. Yourself see what he did and how he gone.

The Man in Blue helps the Woman

What could I say? What could I think.
This man inspired me, wetted my eyes and gave me example to follow. Maybe SHE blesses him!!