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excitement and he started towards the ‘Hanuman’ statue which

was painted bright orange. In this moment of distraction, his

hands left his mom’s and he was pushed to the ground by the

incoming hoard of people. He cried out, but his voice seemed to

disappear when he needed it the most. When the hoard was

gone, he looked up, his mother was nowhere to be found.

Ram, now alone, was lost, in front of the Hanuman statue. In this

gigantic temple, how would he ever find his mom? He felt

helpless, as he collapsed to the ground, his mind full of anxiety.

He started crying, but the people around him took no notice, it

seemed that everyone nowadays was in a hurry, not even

stopping for a suffering child. How much time had gone, he

didn't know, but he stopped crying after a while, not because he

was done being scared, but because his tears had dried up. He

picked himself up, and trudged towards the north, hoping for a

person to help him. He finally reached an area full of people,

lying on the floor, with thin blankets and torn up clothes.

“What is this place?” Ram thought, as he looked around,

observing the people. He realized it, it was where the homeless

lived. He fell into a pit of sadness, as he saw how many people
were suffering. His mind was constantly asking him, “If I don't

find my mother, will I have to stay here?” As he thought about

this, a wave of sadness, anxiety and stress and fatigue from the

whole day hit him and he fainted, right there in the middle of the

road.

When his consciousness finally came back, he pried his eyes

open, to the blinding sunlight right above him. He got to his

knees, trying to get up. He looked around, a young woman,

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