Designed To Move Your Heart; Reflections Of A Confused Mind

Eighty year old Akina on a hospital bed and million pipes trying to infuse life into her tired body. A grand child's cry for help is designed to move your heart and your money!

- Shibani Verma

Five years ago, Anil, a runner boy in a garment factory in Mohali met up with an accident that left his spine paralysed with little hope for survival. The boy was admitted to Sohana hospital and his family, residing in a desolate village of UP gathered their humble savings rushed to the city, determined to give all that it took and save their son. Months passed, his chances dwindled and so did the money. But not the determination. But determination too needed money to hold the fort. One man in the higher ranks in the factory decided not only to pitch in with his share but also endeavoured to garner financial help through crown funding.

Spreading the word in the friends circle, pulling up contacts for radio broadcasts in Delhi, putting up collection boxes at gyms & eateries of friends, giving a shout on Facebook. No means was spared. People came out in big numbers and help poured in from across the country. People offered money, prayers and words of empathy.

Destiny however had different plans: Anil left the world soon after and his entire incident, a deep impact in my heart forever.

People unknown to us had called every day and offered money for the treatment. I wondered how they planted faith in us when they did not even know us at all. After all, this could all be one big shame!

Evidently a reflection of a mind less evolved, my thoughts kept going back to the people who did not come forward to help. These were the people I knew, acquaintances from different parts of the country. That hurt, how could they not help? How could they just turn a blind eye?