Who would have thought that a bunch of underprivileged rag picker slum dwellers, who always sighed when they saw pictures of famous musicians playing with their costly instruments, ‘Can we ever have these instruments?’, Will form a band of their own with the instruments made from the junk like drum barrels, paint buckets, metal lids, wooden crate and sticks which they collected for recycling?.
With hard work, persistence and help from Dharavi’s music band, they not only came up with a music band which is vibrant, entertaining but inspire and encourage other schoolchildren to start their own junk bands.
Five Sentence Fiction – Engulf
I was so immersed in my thoughts of loneliness, of suffering, of suicidal thoughts, oblivious to the sea waves trying to engulf me that I didn’t notice the 14 years boy coming and sitting by me until he said,
‘ The world is so cruel to people like us neither male nor female, we are also creation of God but no education, no employment, no one likes to give us even household jobs, either we have to dance at weddings or on childbirth or beg and without money you can’t survive so I have come here to drown myself in the sea like you.’
I looked at his misery ridden face and suddenly an idea crossed my mind.
‘Why not come with me, I’ll adopt you, give you education and we will take care of each other.
‘Let’s go there is so much legal work to do.’
Holding hands we retreated, life has given us a purpose to survive.
The moss ridden place, complete with a wishing fountain attracted her. Human like moss structures were watching her. She looked in the water and said’ I wish I could live here forever.’
Suddenly the place came alive by the sound ‘ Welcome to moss land dear, now you have become one of us.’ Moss structures came near surrounding her.
She panicked ‘ Who are you?’
‘We are idiots like you who make all kind of weird wishes.’
The moss started growing on her feet. Screaming with horror she tried to scratch it away but it started growing on her rapidly.