how can I become so infatuated with words leaving me intoxicated our paths have never even crossed speaking with a poetic passion I get lost I allow his words to caress me like a sin letting them seduce me while pulling in until I'm inside each song like verse his words very reality, being so diverse they hold much meaning being so heartfelt opening in me rapture I've never before felt feeling in words the love he longingly conveys leaving me speechless what can i say when I'm released from Its strong pull did the words hold me mind, body, and soul I wonder as I grasp the book of words tighter was it the words themself or the "Writer"
My submission for the challenge @writerstolli I have composed a short story highlighting the importance of education for all and how it can transform lives. The protagonist here is an NGO worker who has funded education for poor children. She talks about one of her experiences in this story. Hope you all like It!☺ PS: This is a purely fictional piece.
************************************************************ I was invited for an event to talk about my experiences working with an NGO for many years. At the end of my talk, I was felicitated by the chief guest who was an IAS officer. As she neared me, I realized it was a face I knew too well. While handing over the memento she thanked me fervently for all the help we had given her which took me down memory lane...
20 years back
As part of an initiative of the NGO I worked for, I had to visit some slums. Many of the children there couldn't even afford basic education as they lived in utter poverty. They were made to work to earn a living. There was one girl in particular I remember. She appeared really shabby but had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. She showed me the way around the slums where I met many children her age who were in a similar predicament. I was really moved by what I saw. These were children who should be wearing uniforms and going to school but were instead forced to work as their parents couldn't afford it. This girl's mother told me that she was very hard working and dedicated to her work. She would work 18 hours a day! That made me think, if only she had access to education, where she would reach. At the end, this girl waved bye to me and made me promise that I would visit them again.
That was when an idea struck me that probably our NGO could fund their education. This idea was approved by all my fellow members and soon these children were going to school, their entire education cost funded by the NGO. After that I came to visit the slum many times. I saw happy faces. Children returning from school wearing uniforms and carrying school bags. This girl would come running towards me to narrate to me what she had learnt in class that day, her smile even wider than before. In a generation where children detest studying it was a change to see these kids being so enthusiastic about studies. It's because they have realised the value of education. After a couple of years I lost touch with them as I got engaged in other projects but I came to know that all of them now have well paid jobs.
Back to the present
On seeing her my eyes overflowed with tears. This is the kind of magic that education could bring. From being a girl in the slums who couldn't afford education, she was now an IAS officer. She bent forward to touch my feet in front of the audience. I was moved by her humility in spite of her status. She told me that as an IAS officer she took many intiatives to ensure education of the underprivileged. "She was like a withered plant which on receiving water in the form of education bloomed into a beautiful flower and converted a yard into a garden".
There is no doubt that education can transform lives. I pray fervently that every child in this universe should have equal access to education. Money should never be the reason children are denied education. Also education must breed humility. One must always remember one's teachers and revere them.