It’s 3 am and still I’m not able to sleep. Someone is not letting me sleep, someone whose name I don’t know, someone whose face I haven’t seen, someone whose voice I haven’t heard, someone who is thousand miles away from me, someone who is a total stranger to me. I don’t know why. Do I care about that someone? I don’t know.
I know, you must be thinking that I’ve probably gone out of my mind. But, bear me for some more time. It’s quite late in the night, all my friends must be sleeping. You are the only one who never sleeps, who always hears me out..especially when I’m disappointed either with system, society, or my own limitations.
Last Saturday evening I called home and got to know about a girl who is mentally unstable. She lives out in open, in a field which is some 100 meters away from my home. It’s been almost 5-6 days that she made that field her home. She has nobody to care about her. She collects fallen leaves whole day, makes a heap out of collected leaves and at night sleeps inside that. It’s still cold out there in my city, especially at night.
More than anything, I was surprised to know that nobody informed police, NGO or any other government office about this girl, not even a phone call. Even my family didn’t do anything, just like other people of my locality. How can they all be so insensitive? Something immediately died inside me after hearing that – maybe the feeling of love and respect for my own people. After hearing few harsh words from me, they finally called up the police. In the meanwhile, I also called several government officials – local police station, district magistrate (DM), City SP. At last police came, they saw the girl and left the spot without saying a word; maybe it wasn’t their duty to do something for a mad girl. They didn’t care to ask about the reasons behind the girl’s condition; something terrible must have happened to her.
Local citizens are not doing anything; government authorities have closed their eyes. Two nights have passed since I called and nothing seems to be happening.
Walked for some 40 minutes on my rooftop, tried to stop myself from thinking about all this, but nothing worked. Only the body is tired, not mind.
The girl is still there, out in open, sleeping under the heap of leaves. And I am here, in my apartment, wide awake and thinking — what should I do tomorrow.