It was her usual working hours when she got a call from her
boss to meet her last client before she heads on her planned vacation. Dressing
up in her best she walked in style, her beautiful body swayed to the rhythm of her heels clack on the glassy mosaic. Gasping
at her flawless skin, manicured fingers, hot red lips and perfect figure, receptionist
handed over the guest entry form for her to meet the client residing in the
hotel.
She smiled at the travesty in writing “Social Worker” for
occupation in every other form but today she felt pride in filling occupation
as “Social Worker”. A thought of hugging those kids in the refugee camp and
being with them for next 3 weeks of her life felt like a cool breeze caressing
her face on a sunny afternoon.
She was a very high priced call girl. Money is what mattered
to her; she had long given up association with human relationships, values and
social moral for she had always seen only negativity in them. But memories of
her childhood when she had longed for caring arms and selfless love pushed her
to give something to those little kids far away in some other part of the globe.
She was waiting to feel the bliss in hugging and kissing which did not involve
lust or money in it.
She fastens the seat belt after filling in the immigration
form with the occupation which she was going to be really doing for next 3 weeks;
she slips into the deepest sleep in peace after many years.
There in the orphanage, little children gathered around the
waiting room holding a welcome card and handmade bouquet of exotic flowers. They
were eagerly waiting to see their guest who would stay with them for next 3
weeks. Any such letter from the guests willing to stay with them would bring
immense joy and celebration in the orphanage for there was hardly anybody who
visits them. There was unrest amongst the kids as the wait got longer, warden
made an effort to convince them to go back as there is a delay in their guest’s
arriving. As the little feet walked back with tears in their eyes, he very well
knew that this often happened with rich who do change their plans for their
obvious reason of busy life.
As the kids gathered everyday to wait for their guest, world
screamed about the missing flight. Having no relatives or friends all throughout
her life she would have never imagined that there would be some little eyes
which did wait for her and prayed for her.
As the tear dropped from those little eyes on learning the
fate of their guest, a soul rests in peace somewhere deep in the ocean.
P.S- Imagining the plight of families of those on board the
missing MH370.
