Cherishing the Complexity of Life

Have a look at these young souls. They seem to be haunted by the very spectre of tomorrow. The grinding poverty outside, Leaves them with no choice other than to toil and borrow. No precious possessions to call as their own, No food, no shoes, not even a safe shelter. The grinding poverty outside, Makes them least bothered about the absence of smartphones and gadgets. Opened to great suffering and pain, Their skinny body gets frowned upon. The grinding poverty outside, Rendered them helpless as their babies groan and sigh. Wakes up in the middle of the night, Because of their grumbling hunger. Alas! The grinding poverty within, Sets them back to sleep under the ramshackle roof. Breathes of despair fills their body, Just like those tears of their fight for survival in their eyes. The grinding poverty outside, Have made them taste misery in all flavours. Plague, poison and pestilence, Became the predator for the most vulnerable. The grinding poverty outside...

The room was well lit with chandeliers and colorful rotatory lights. Colorful bouquet were kept in each table. Carnations, Freesia, Daffodils were arranged beautifully. Businessmen from various sectors of fields had assembled there to celebrate their success meet.  Mr.Richard, the middle-aged entrepreneur gave the starting speech. The audience clapped and cheered as Mr.Richard concluded his speech. It was then, Mr.Paul handed over a cocktail along with a piece of paper. Just before Mr.Richard could unwrap the golden thread from the sandal colored paper,Mr.Paul whispered, "Sent by the Lady with a Cat". Mr.Paul was one of the youngest and finest staff over there. And before Mr.Richard would say a word, Mr.Stevenson called on Mr.Paul to pour him another glass of wine. Mr.Richard's eyes searched for the Lady with a cat, but he couldn't find any. In the room, there were a few well scholar'd ladies but none had a cat. It was then, the shadow of someone ...