The monsoon beauties!!

The monsoon beauties:-
Susurration of fugitive monsoon streams, rapid sooth on asphyxia of city life. Underneath the lush vegetation a biodiversity lurks. Wait and wait to get a glimpse of them. Puddles filled with tadpoles, shrubs with flickers of yellow, bluish grey, brown spots, as elusive as an untouchable dream-they are flickering fluttering butterflies. Cameo appearance of a yellow crab crosses the lateritic rut. The antenna eyes follow it`s fan till it takes a dip in it`s puddle hide out.
Who left the white bordered orange lace on the mossy bark?? The unbelievable intricacy on the sporophore??
Squat on the ground let the mud-soft soil cover your toosies, bent to see where aerial-roots thicken the ill-lit. Wait! The patience pays!! The black-drop lightens, the acclimatised eyes see the levee of Mr. Giant Toad with his councillors- little toads, family of yellow crabs; some weave-masters too? May be! The weak camera phone fails to capture.
Let us leave them undisturbed! Let the fairy-tale meeting go on! Let Tinkerbell come to discuss the monsoon works -to be done!!

When heartbreaks in so many pieces that it’s impossible to collect, crying helps a lot….!!
She speaks something outside the ac coupe, I went to the door.
“Blackberries Madam? Ten Rupees per packet”, eyes of expectation.
“Do you have father? What does your father do?”
“Nothing sleeps at home!”
Too drunk to work? Disease eroding inside?? No. I didn't ask, didn't want to know. I dared not.
“So you don’t go to school?”
Thousand watts lit up her eyes “I did! I can write my name”. Pride percolates, the little eyes.
“Take it”.
Light dims. “Give me Ten Rupees madam. I don’t have change”.
“Keep it..!!”.
Disbelief reaches the eyes, breaks in an imperceptible smile. So many expressions, such young eyes. Hazed smile. Hazed in ataraxy. She hurries away.
I rushed to hide.I am a strong woman. I don’t cry. At least in front of everyone....
Under Indian Act No.61, 1986 child labour is prohibited and can fetch imprisonment to the employer. Official figure says there are 12 million child labour in India, but NGOs reckons the real figure to be 60 million......!!
She sells black berries. Her tired eyes look on but devoid interest. Her light copper brown hair almost matches her yellow dress. Hair of malnutrition. Where is solution?? 

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