The Windfall

by Diksha Basu

It would be easy to touch those children if you knew you were leaving and next week you would be back at home, drinking tea in your nice big kitchen telling people how those children laugh and smile even though their lives are so difficult.

“What do you want? Do you want everyone here to donate all their money and never travel again and never enjoy themselves? There are people a lot poorer than you and I don’t see you giving up your life in America and moving into a slum. Is your life the exact boundary of what’s acceptable? Anything more becomes crass, but you having a two hundred rupee cup of coffee at Khan Market is fine? I bet someone who couldn’t afford that could also