Lost

I was sitting under a tree in an unnaturally cold summer evening , ipod plugged to my ears , and enjoying the scenic beauty of that place . The clouds were a yellowish – blue signaling the time for sun – set .  The light faded off with the sun slowly going to sleep . It was when , a boy came towards me . Roughly around 6 years old , he was round and cute , his hair shiny black but his face had sadness all over it  .

I stood and went near him . Kneeled down and took his hands . He looked at me and his sadness engulfed me .
“Is anything wrong ?”
He gripped my hands tight and said , “Yes . Can you please come with me ?” .
I nodded , forcing a ‘Everything is gonna be okay’ kinda smile , to make him feel better . He took my hands and led me towards the setting sun .
Suddenly the air became hotter , it was a morning . For once I thought I was dreaming , but the boy was walking with me in a place that looked so familiar . After a second of puzzlement , I realized that I was in the street to my home .
He took me near an old lady , thin and weak , lines of sorrow running deep in her skin . She was lying in the pavement curled holding her bag . Hunger all on her eyes .
“You walk this street almost everyday , with your ear phones plugged and ignoring her like a piece of dirt . Did you ever think of getting her something to eat ? Atleast one day ? ” , the boy asked .
I stared at him surprised . I couldn’t answer his question and bowed my head in shame .
He griped my hands again and  led me . Now , I was in some other place . Engines roaring and horns buzzing . Air filled with dust and smoke . It was bust road . He took me further and pointed at something . I followed his gaze and was shocked to find myself standing in a bus stop with a friend . My eyes went wide open and I asked him startled ,
“Who are you ?” .
He just turned to look at me but didn’t say anything . I stood there , staring at myself , amazed and with a thousand questing running in my mind . And there came a screeching noise , tearing the silence in my mind and bringing me back to that place . There was an accident , a car hit a motor – bike . I saw the other me , just turning to look , and getting back to the chat with my friend . Only one guy , from the crowd , ran towards them and helped the man up , and gave him some water .
“You saw an accident and a person bleeding . Why didn’t you run and help him ? Has life of a stranger become less important ?”  , the boy asked .
His question stung me really hard .
“The world is full of people like you that I have lost my place in it” , the boy added .
Ashamed and surprised , I stared at him and asked , “Who are you ?” .
“I was once a part of you . I am what you have lost and that guy who helped had .”