Unloved.
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Imagine you are homeless .write about a day in your life.(fictional)
I turned the corner, I was walking back to the shelter house near the river. During the long walk home, I got thinking about the homeless people around Delhi. Last night as I dug through the garbage pit, I saw a light in a nearby window. I walked towards it and realized that it was the head-social workers office. I overheard her saying that more than a 1000 people were "sleeping rough." I also heard her saying that the weather condition was just getting worse. I couldn't listen anymore so, I walked back home.
The next morning, I decided to explore the slum region of Delhi. My feet were burning as the heat of the sun was very strong. When I reached the complicated maze of houses, I met a small little boy and even spent the entire day playing cricket with him. I had a splendid time! As it was getting late, I bid adieu to my friend and set foot back to the shelter. Unfortunately, I lost my way and ended up in a busy street. There was a sudden shot of fear and desperation in my heart. I was scared. I never liked admitting that, but I was very scared. I looked around with a frantic feeling. I kept walking forward. I walked along the pavement trying to ask people for directions. Though, I guess the sight of a filthy, dirty child wasn't all that attractive. They acted as if they couldn't see me. I gave up hope of walking to the shelter. So, I decided to take shelter somewhere along the way. The night was just getting colder and darker. I walked through dark alleys trying to find a place to hot the sack for the night. I found a large cardboard box across the alley. As I rushed towards it, I witnessed something very touching. There was an old man sitting on the pavement with his dog, both of hem lay close to each other. My eyes began welling up with tears. The next few hours there was bitter chill. I was hungry, scared, lonely and desperate. Actually........I felt "unloved."
My life is difficult. Very difficult. It doesn't mean that I won't try. Try to stay alive, to see another day. Last night was rough, but you know what? I got through it. The box was already occupied. It began to pour cats and dogs outside. I found shelter under a tree a few hours later. The morning was as cold as the night. I was drowsy, but I knew I had to keep moving. My feet ached so bad that I felt like I couldn't move anymore. I was already dead to myself. Eventually,I found my way back to the shelter. No one looked for me. I was invisible to everyone. I was as mentioned, unloved.
I turned the corner, I was walking back to the shelter house near the river. During the long walk home, I got thinking about the homeless people around Delhi. Last night as I dug through the garbage pit, I saw a light in a nearby window. I walked towards it and realized that it was the head-social workers office. I overheard her saying that more than a 1000 people were "sleeping rough." I also heard her saying that the weather condition was just getting worse. I couldn't listen anymore so, I walked back home.
The next morning, I decided to explore the slum region of Delhi. My feet were burning as the heat of the sun was very strong. When I reached the complicated maze of houses, I met a small little boy and even spent the entire day playing cricket with him. I had a splendid time! As it was getting late, I bid adieu to my friend and set foot back to the shelter. Unfortunately, I lost my way and ended up in a busy street. There was a sudden shot of fear and desperation in my heart. I was scared. I never liked admitting that, but I was very scared. I looked around with a frantic feeling. I kept walking forward. I walked along the pavement trying to ask people for directions. Though, I guess the sight of a filthy, dirty child wasn't all that attractive. They acted as if they couldn't see me. I gave up hope of walking to the shelter. So, I decided to take shelter somewhere along the way. The night was just getting colder and darker. I walked through dark alleys trying to find a place to hot the sack for the night. I found a large cardboard box across the alley. As I rushed towards it, I witnessed something very touching. There was an old man sitting on the pavement with his dog, both of hem lay close to each other. My eyes began welling up with tears. The next few hours there was bitter chill. I was hungry, scared, lonely and desperate. Actually........I felt "unloved."
My life is difficult. Very difficult. It doesn't mean that I won't try. Try to stay alive, to see another day. Last night was rough, but you know what? I got through it. The box was already occupied. It began to pour cats and dogs outside. I found shelter under a tree a few hours later. The morning was as cold as the night. I was drowsy, but I knew I had to keep moving. My feet ached so bad that I felt like I couldn't move anymore. I was already dead to myself. Eventually,I found my way back to the shelter. No one looked for me. I was invisible to everyone. I was as mentioned, unloved.
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