Smile Simran :)

If you have been following my blog, then I am sure that you know very well that I write about my experiences more than anything else. This blog is the latest installment to that. The name might confuse you as to what I am trying to tell you about but this is the best name for an experience which made me think about the place I live in.
The evening was just the usual evening I spend in Kolkata, chilling out with friends and catching up with what was happening in their lives. I was at crepestation with four of my friends. One had to leave early as he had some prior engagement. After, what felt like half a day at that place me and my friends finally left to get some fresh air. We were carrying a few pizzas which our friend had got for us. After coming out from crepestation, we went to cakes, well to put it precisely outside cakes and were planning what to do the rest of the evening. Just then PD, a friend of mine told us that we were carrying untouched pizzas. None of us were really hungry so we planned to give the food away to Simran.
Simran was an 8 year old girl who used to be outside cakes and in course of time had become friends with us. She came from a poor family but was the life of cakes. I don’t think there was anyone who came to cakes and didn’t know Simran. Her ‘radio’ was something which everyone looked forward to listening. When PD saw her sitting there alone she went to her and offered her the pizzas. Normally she would take it and say a sweet Thank You but that day she wasn’t speaking. PD was surprised. When we saw she wasn’t speaking nor smiling we went over to where PD and Simran were sitting. We asked her what happened but she didn’t reply. Everyone in the group liked her so everyone was concerned as to what had happened to her. We tried asking her but she didn’t say a word. PD seeing this said ,”Simran, if u don’t talk to me now, I won’t talk to you ever”. This did the trick. She finally started talking. She didn’t tell what made her low that day but then she took the pizza and said a thank you. We wanted her to feel special that day so we went over to the guy who was selling balloons and got her one. This brought her smile back, something which all of us were really happy to see.
Now it wasn’t the first time I have been through an experience which made me think but this time it was different. I had always seen people suffer, always felt bad at their condition but this time I felt the kid’s pain. She never told us what happened and probably that made a very big impact on me. The kid didn’t share her pain and probably that’s why I feel more than just bad. I don’t know how to continue because the words fail me. I will let you all decide how you want to end this blog but before I leave I will give you something which will make you remember my blog for a long time. The picture of Simran clicked on the same evening after she was smiling.