The first thing, he encountered in the bottomless pit was the darkness and the suffocating moist fumes of the mother earth.He felt helpless and scared, his cries would never reach the surface which was as high as the heavens for him. He wondered about his pending homework and his teacher's cane which would be used tomorrow on his thin skin. He was a fragile kid and his body easily slithered down the bore well, which was like a bottomless pit. The injuries were negligible but the fear, significant, which silenced his vocal cords.All he wished, was to head back home and hug his parents.Who would rescue him? That was uppermost in his mind.
His parents searched high and low for him in this small town,eventually saw the school bag outside the bore well and frantically gathered the whole town around it.
He had to be saved.
He started feeling the effects of severe hypoxia and soon enough, was delirious due to the added dreaded effects of dehydration and hypoglycemia. He started communicating with his imaginary grandparents in that dark hole, who had long embraced heaven. He did not even touch the food packets and water thrown in by the rescue team. He thought, he would soon meet them and join their divine existence. His ambitions, were all slowly being put to rest.He was a small kid who imagined that one day, after growing up,he would leave his town and land a job in the city.
He was found in a fetal position after 48 hours of digging a parallel bore well along side the first one, his parents' eyes had run out of tears on the first day itself. They tried to revive him but it was too late to hope for any miracles.
One more victim for the official statistics!
The government gave a paltry sum, as compensation to his bereaved parents.
They refused it.
Thay felt no need of money.
All they wanted was their son back..........
I have a brilliant idea for the government, while constructing bore wells, can they make small handles on the sides, so that unfortunate kids falling into them could easily climb out, using their nimble hands, gripping and ascending to a new life.
I cry for the victims and want to avoid further deaths.
Is it asking for too much ?
You tell me !
His parents searched high and low for him in this small town,eventually saw the school bag outside the bore well and frantically gathered the whole town around it.
He had to be saved.
He started feeling the effects of severe hypoxia and soon enough, was delirious due to the added dreaded effects of dehydration and hypoglycemia. He started communicating with his imaginary grandparents in that dark hole, who had long embraced heaven. He did not even touch the food packets and water thrown in by the rescue team. He thought, he would soon meet them and join their divine existence. His ambitions, were all slowly being put to rest.He was a small kid who imagined that one day, after growing up,he would leave his town and land a job in the city.
He was found in a fetal position after 48 hours of digging a parallel bore well along side the first one, his parents' eyes had run out of tears on the first day itself. They tried to revive him but it was too late to hope for any miracles.
One more victim for the official statistics!
The government gave a paltry sum, as compensation to his bereaved parents.
They refused it.
Thay felt no need of money.
All they wanted was their son back..........
I have a brilliant idea for the government, while constructing bore wells, can they make small handles on the sides, so that unfortunate kids falling into them could easily climb out, using their nimble hands, gripping and ascending to a new life.
I cry for the victims and want to avoid further deaths.
Is it asking for too much ?
You tell me !
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