Inspiring Aum Demola

A story that ran through the forum on RTC became a dynamic and a sensitive issue for my mind to reflect over. It directed me to walk the talk where I took a time to reflect and realize. It prepared my mind to face the feeling I achieved from the story and I promised to reflect all those things in black on a white. It isn’t my voice to argue and criticize what is going around but it is an inspirational evident story which makes me think so I realize the state of my nation. The story ensures to put on to the point where the society has not thrived the share they are to be getting. As we define ourselves as a nation of happiness, there is an absence of listening to the voice of those voiceless that has not been deployed with the ability to speak out. That is when we are failed somewhere and that is and should be the concern of one self as a responsible citizen. But I should put to the word that I am inspired with the state of living that Aum Demola went through and her success in making it sufficient for herself.

To make it clear, I would like to put into narration of a story of Aum Demola once more for the readers.  The story went saying, in one of the remotest valleys of our nation, there lived a woman called Aum Demola living in a hut which was more than anything for her. It was wealth for her which nothing was on stand to compare with. It had no doors and windows as such and the room appeared so sophisticated which I and you would have never thought in our list of the worst rooms in our life. But for Aum Demola, the worst thing that we considered was the most precious thing she had. In one of the corners of her room, there laid a small box securely locked on. It looked safe enough in the room. And one of the members of those who visited that site cracked a joke asking Aum Demola to open the box. Happily, Aum Demola with a smile bearing on her face went to the box, held her back tight and bent down to open the box with a key hung on her neck. The visitors felt so curious to find what was in the box. At this section of time, I as a listener and even you as a reader would have somehow predicted what could have been there. And that was exactly what I did and I hoped to hear that there were few pennies earned with difficulties but it was totally a thing which I never imagined of. It was beyond the line of imagination and I am sure that no one would have imagined of. As the visitors bent down to see what was there, it was a plate of food she kept for the dinner and for the next day. It burned my senses with an emotion of grief. It shook my heart and I, though have very less words to make a description, my heart says do something and that is how a piece of writing developed. That is how story resolved with a touching climax.

Likewise, there are these stones being left unturned. The people like Aum Demola, though I make as a particular and a real example, there are numerous other people with a dream to prosper but who has fallen backward in reality. They would have just a meal for a day but why these people are left back when most part of the nation moves to the zone of self sufficiency and even to the millionaire zone? Are we careless as individual? Or else is government the thing to get improved? Now the question is what should be done? Is this to do with ones inspiration to leave with anything given? The answer lies in one and you only. Try answering!!!