The sadness of an innocent Angel

The colorful costumes of the people in the bazaar shimmered with rainbow colors. Traffic from shops and buyers was added to these colors. The whispers of the Adamic crowd, the voices of the drivers, the conversations of buyers and shopkeepers in groups, the echoes of the laughter of young people and the sound of the horn drowned out the miserable noise of the market.

She disappeared into the sky. Various balloon toys of different colors are tied with a thread to wooden bamboo, which a ten-year-old child holds in his hand and sells balloons to the sound of five and five rupees. A round face with thick, sunken white eyes, slightly cropped hair, and a dirty, dirty-colored shirt that looked several notches worse than a shalwara.

On his feet are old shoes, a little worn in different places.

It was as if poverty was as visible as sunlight in everything that exists. From morning to night, the innocent angel returned to his house selling toy balloons for five rupees each.

Last week, when all the balloon toys were sold out, the variety of toys in the bazaar shop window completely fascinated him. For a while he began to look at them with shining eyes. The top car danced before his eyes with various toys displayed in the window.

After reading the price written on the tag attached to the car, he drove home. Within a week, the money accumulated, and during this time he sold all the balloons and walked around the store, seeing the toys in the window, and many waves of joy danced in his heart. The fear of losing toys was replaced by satisfaction, and the white eyes that fell into the round face lit up with joy.

After a week, collect and count all the coins.

Today, the fulfillment of desires was the biggest victory. After selling balloons and toys, as usual, he entered the market. At night, the last two attractions were left without visitors. Thinking about it, he entered the toy store, took out all the coins from his right shirt pocket, put them on the counter and pointed to this car.

According to the shopkeeper, it was five rupees less. An innocent angel plucked a toy ball from a thread and placed it in front of the saleswoman. The shopkeeper shook his head. If you bring five rupees, you will get a toy.” As soon as he left, he saw a little girl in the square, who was pulling her mother's shirt with her right hand, and pointing at the opening of the balloon with her left.

A smile appeared on the innocent angel's face. He gave them a toy balloon, received five rupees and went to the toy shop. Approaching the store, he ran towards the exhibition hall. The child ran up and crashed into him, and he ran away with the car in his hands and disappeared from view with his mother.

The bamboo fell to the ground and the last balloon burst on impact with the ground. I've been looking at a dealership for a long time. His existence was as lifeless as a tree. Tears flowed steadily from Sanole's sunken white eyes, moistening the five-rupee coin that lay in the palm of her right hand.