It’s chilling January. Standing in the balcony of my friend’s apartment, stuffing my hands in the pocket of my over-coat, I notice a tiny house.
I watch four children of different age frolicking around. A young married woman is washing clothes in the open bathroom (Situated outside the house). Two teenage girls are sitting together, playing with a baby who is gurgling amidst the lot of old ragged clothes while their mother is making chapattis on a smoking hearth situated outside the house.
As the mother finishes making two chapattis, children encircle her, and they all take small bites of chapatti (With some chutney) from a common plate.
An elderly man is sitting on a chair with a grim expression, watching them. My friend says he is the guard of the newly constructed apartment nearby. I am utterly shocked when my friend says that the elderly couple sleeps in the parking area as they all don’t fit in that tiny house.
I can’t help thinking about them. I wonder how different their lives could be if the elderly couple had produced just two or maybe three children?
At this point of time, I recall those unsolicited advices of our so-called Indian saints to produce four or five children. They all belong to some popular political parties. Haven’t they seen a different realistic face of India where measly income tries to feed several empty stomachs and cannot fit them in a tiny house? Strange! I suggest them to think about basic problems first.
Even though they are saints, they need to learn the gist of life and survival and several people, in this so-called modern era, badly needs to be taught about population control.