ATAullah's thingy

Moments ago , on my bike while the wind caressing my messy short hair , i saw a very stunningly sad sight . It was more like a reflection of how ignorant we really are . A woman partially covered in a torn cloth just enough to leave a breast exposed in the busy street of husaini alam , the chilly night playing its part . The problem was not the cold but the cold hearts . None on the entire street had the courage and the sense of responsibility to give the woman a piece of cloth to cover less than a meter of flesh ! Not even me . But i can bet on t that everybody had his own ways of trying to help the woman but no one could actually get off the social mask from them . No one would want to get involved. Everyone is happy with teh way things are .
Things started moving around rapidly in my head , i wanted to help teh woman , cover her , take her to some place where she could be safe and healthy . i couldnt ! i just couldnt . i knew if i wnted to , i could mke just 2 calls and pay less than 100 rupees and take teh woman to a safe place but no , i couldnt ! i could have also got blanket from home and covered her with it . but no i couldnt !
There is a larger picture to this , the reason why nothign really is happenign and developing is because me , you , us do not take teh pains in dealing with somehting which does not matter to us or which does not give us anything in return .