I am studying in Chandigarh and my hometown is Delhi. On my last trip to Delhi, train stopped near one of the slums in Delhi and as I gazed outside, I felt ironical at my situation. I was sitting in comforts of Shatabdi and outside women were squatting outside 100 sq ft rooms. Wooden ladders were kept to reach above floor and narrow lanes could be seen. Kids were playing outside frequenting trips on wooden ladders.
This is not the first time that I feel that there was an equal probability that I could have been one of those women. I felt privileged at what I have and guilty of the irony that we are never satisfied by what we have..
This is not the first time that I feel that there was an equal probability that I could have been one of those women. I felt privileged at what I have and guilty of the irony that we are never satisfied by what we have..
