I saw them in the valley of Koh-Marrie. They caught my attention due to innocent eyes and running nose. They had worn a lot of sweaters that looked old and cheap. Their cheeks had the red specks and freckles common on the faces of the inhabitants of that area. I felt drawn towards them. They had rod baskets in their hands and were asking people for something. They wandered in the streets eyeing everyone with hope.
I felt the pain on seeing poor kids, and my heart wished, please it must not be a child. I illusioned them going school in clean and pressed uniforms. I saw them eating in restaurants and fantasized them having carefree early years. I felt them roaming and visiting the amazing places. I desired them to be free from the tension of earning bread.
Their voices nudged me. I attended them and felt their eyes pleading. Both of them said together, “Just one egg please.”
I smiled and said, “Who are you and what do you want.”
They replied, “We live down in the tent houses; please buy two eggs so we may take food for our mother and siblings and us.”
I said, “what do you father do?
They said, “We don’t have a father.”
I tried to hand them the note, but they insisted, buy one egg, please.
I said, “Why don’t you eat these eggs as you are hungry?”
They said, “Mother had restricted us from eating them. She takes pledge every morning.”
I said to one of them, “Ok give me two.”
The other one voiced, “Take from me as well.”
I said, “Aren’t you two connected with each other?”
He said, “Yes, we are brothers but then if he earns more then he will be today’s hero in the house, and I also want to be mother’s hero.”
I felt shaken and bought two eggs, one from each. I handed them the money and then gave up the same eggs to them to eat.
They eyed me delightfully. They kept their baskets on the road and set to peel the eggs. Their smile and pleasure seemed indiscernible. Their eyes flickered, and it seemed they had almost everything. I asked them, “Do you go to school?”
With a mouthful of eggs; they replied, “Yes we do.”
I saw them eating and though just two eggs and this much joy.
I thought for being happy it’s not necessary to have a lot of luxuries. The World is created this way, some are rich, and some are poor, yet happiness is not contingent on being poor or wealthy. It can come from just two eggs.