is there a tomorrow?

i'm sitting alone at platform 2. my train back to delhi from agra has been delayed. with various unpleasant smells from different directions, i do feel a bit uncomfortable. but what really make me feel uncomfortable isn't what striking my nose but those street kids at the train station. what i have seen in 'slumdog millionaire' is now right in front of my eyes. they are collecting empty bottles at the railway station with sadness in their eyes.

i'm sad, truly sad. the world knows about these kids but nothing much has been done! i'm now questioning myself. what can i do for them? i really wish they can attend school like normal kids and enjoy carefree life with clean clothes and shoes. my eyes are wet! poverty is not harming india or tourism but me. i must do something! these kids must go to school and smile.

written at agra cantt railway station at 8.25 am, 25th march 2012.