About three weeks ago, my maid went to her village to marry off her youngest daughter.
Her daughter got married and sent off to her new house with the inevitable bitter sweet pangs.
A day later, her 11 year old grandson died. Drowned in the public village well. While her completely drunk husband waited on the sidelines- too inebriated to realize that the child needed help, but just sober enough to go home and tell his family that the ‘kid had been trying to swim’.
Today, I heard that her elder son, (the father of the child) tried to kill himself by imbibing powdered mosquito repellent. He couldn’t handle the grief of his child’s death. He has two other kids. Fortunately, he survived.
Which is the bigger culprit – the alcohol or the mind numbing, constant, ever-present poverty?
Such a colossal WASTE of life.
“Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” – Henry David Thoreau