On one side, a tribal lady dressed decently in some old clothes sat below a roof made of plastic sheet. There was a whole lot of those ladies selling something or the other rainy foodstuff. What caught my attention was a lady sitting just five steps ahead of me selling crabs. Whenever she tried to put one in, the other seemed to find its away out of the plastic sack bag. That was really entertaining to watch. I was too involved in watching the way she so fearlessly carried them with her bare hands from one bag to put them in the other when suddenly my eyes shifted their focus on the lady sitting beside her. She was sorting out some crabs to sell them by cracking up their small and tiny legs leaving the main hands so that they could be used too. When she was breaking up the legs, I felt my knees going weak and the sound of them cracking up reverberated through my own body as if I was the one whose legs were been broken. I cringed and when dad questioned my expression, I pointed out a finger at them. By seeing crabs, his expression too got curious like I had first but then ceased there and then. Not like mine. Shocked and Still. I just wanted to buy them all at once and keep them in a large cuboid glass aquarium at my home. Safe and Protected. My imagination was beginning to set its reel on roll when my mom's words popped up in my head, 'I wouldn't allow any pet or animal in my house'. That's when I thought if I couldn't keep them, then I would unleash them into some sea. But then, of what use would that be? Because no matter what, it's a source of livelihood of jobless people and they will again catch them, pack them, sell them and break them for others enjoyment of taste. No matter what, I wont be able to make a change individually.
On the other side, a black soaked up black dog shivering from head to toe sat beside the road and just a little away facing away from me. When I glanced properly, I found some pinkish flesh on his hind leg - a fresh wound. and that is why he was shivering with pain and cold. I wonder what was he doing there because I don't think it was a stray dog as there was a collar on his neck. May be he got lost, fought up with some stray ones and now was finding his way to his masters home, his home? I got an instinct to go beside him and extend up my umbrella to protect him from rain but my mind didn't allow me to move ahead. His shaking feature made me feel even more helpless but mostly guilty.
I know, the ones who know me haven't yet seen this side of me and would surely see this as some sort of fiction which goes on everyday in my mind but today, I got to know the difference between what it means to hold the power and what it means to use it precisely.
