I learnt at seven years that blood stains dont go away easily from clothes . Actually they never go away . My dads shirt was having a small blood stain which i still remember from decades back in my childhood .
I sometimes wonder where the owner of that bloodstain is now . It was the blood of a child who was involved in a mass bus accident . I still remember the sound and my aunt closing my eyes . Children are not supposed to see accidents . So i never saw the accident . A bus at high speed had hit a van full of children in front of our shop . Later i heard children were strewn over the road and my father had took them to hospital in our neighbours car . Few children died on the spot but many probably were saved by the quick transport . The blood stain was the shirt which he was wearing while helping to transport the kids to the nearest hospital .
Decades later we have no contact with any of them . Even that shirt is not there . But the memory of the blood stain still lingers . Not as a horrible memory (Remember i didnt see the accident or even the kids injuries ) but as a question mark .
Is the child whose blood stain was in his shirt alive today . Where is he or she ? Has he/she grown as a good human being after escaping from near death . Has he/she grown into a real human being having saved by a man of one community and the car which was lent by a lady of another community . Or has he/she grown into a person who has become a religious fanatic over the years ? I dont know .
But for me and my dad it was a humbling experience long before i learnt blood of all humans especially of children are of the same colour .
I sometimes wonder where the owner of that bloodstain is now . It was the blood of a child who was involved in a mass bus accident . I still remember the sound and my aunt closing my eyes . Children are not supposed to see accidents . So i never saw the accident . A bus at high speed had hit a van full of children in front of our shop . Later i heard children were strewn over the road and my father had took them to hospital in our neighbours car . Few children died on the spot but many probably were saved by the quick transport . The blood stain was the shirt which he was wearing while helping to transport the kids to the nearest hospital .
Decades later we have no contact with any of them . Even that shirt is not there . But the memory of the blood stain still lingers . Not as a horrible memory (Remember i didnt see the accident or even the kids injuries ) but as a question mark .
Is the child whose blood stain was in his shirt alive today . Where is he or she ? Has he/she grown as a good human being after escaping from near death . Has he/she grown into a real human being having saved by a man of one community and the car which was lent by a lady of another community . Or has he/she grown into a person who has become a religious fanatic over the years ? I dont know .
But for me and my dad it was a humbling experience long before i learnt blood of all humans especially of children are of the same colour .
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