I am quite far from it. That water stinks! It is black in color and is spread all across the place. Perhaps it has all the wet waste material disposed by the entire colony. The water there is indeed a result of the overflowing drainage canal. I see that all the houses are well-protected with the walls on their side, leaving the rush of this water on the road.
I am in an air-conditioned car preventing the hot sun who could hurt me. Going through that place seems to be a nightmare, but I have to cross it to go to the towns. I feel the flabby road under the car as I pass the most irritating part of the journey. With the traffic of flies that I encountered, I wonder how the people here manage to live. Don’t they need any hygiene? Curse the gods who make the earth, a dirty place in some patches like this. I move along with the discomfort I was feeling with what was outside.
Just as I thought my discomfort is ending with the trails I left behind, I see this little girl. She was certainly from the place I had just crossed. Her gown was enough knit for people to recognize it was a gown. It still needed some work though. Her hair was not oiled, may be for the last year. She could be barely five or six. She is more dirty than I could imagine any one from that colony would be. I guess she has no care takers too; she was all alone on that deserted road.
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She smiles! She waves at me! I just don’t understand what makes her happy to smile. Or is it from that old saying that she is smiling because she chooses to be happy. Whatever, I am moving fast. On reaching the town, my friend casually sought to know how my journey was. Unconsciously, I gave him a reply:
“It was good. And she was cute – the little smiling girl…
Do we need logic and reason to choose to be happy?
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