It’s too chilly a winter and there are people shivering with cold all around, and so are the animals seen trembling every where. Intensity of the cold is so high that one, a human or an animal, can any moment succumb to it and even die. The whole country, North India in particular, is totally in the grip of such a severity of the cold wave. I am in my Study with the room totally closed, yet I feel the shivers virtually crippling me. I am just thinking within myself as to how the poor ones are managing the onslaught of the weather for themselves and their family, the small kids with no enough clothes on their body to protect themselves against such a ghastly attack of the weather. I think of those who are totally homeless with no inch of a space at their disposal to settle and relax for a few moments. The cat in my house has stopped going on her outings confining herself to a tiny space below the staircase by the side of the dust bin, her twins clinging to her lap as the safest available spot to fight the cold.
I have a small neem tree in front of my house which all my family members love most as it was planted by my mother. A young woman came and requested me to permit her to cut some portion of the tree enabling her to secure some wood for the purpose of burning it to rescue her kids from the piercingly tormenting cold wave. In normal circumstance I would have been the last person to part with even a single leaf of the tree, but I did agree to her request thinking that if my mother was alive, she could have done the same thing in the instant case. She cut some branches of the tree for which she had already brought an axe and the rope, and went back happy. I wish I was an Ambani, or a Tata, having an enormous business empire enabling me to sacrifice it for the benefit and the welfare of the poor people.