I started crying while writing articles

And when I am telling you this, I feel like crying, I don’t know why

Today, when I went to the market, I saw an elderly woman waiting for a toto (a local electric vehicle that runs on three wheels). I was sitting on my scooter, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. At that moment, the elderly woman was walking towards me and saying she needed to go to Bor Talla. She was around 65 years old, injured, with a white bandage under her eyes, and struggling to walk properly. She came in front of me; her body emitted a foul smell, and her clothes were stained with blood. I noticed she was holding a white paper slip and some money, around 80 to 120 or maybe 130 rupees.

There were rickshaws and other vehicles around, but no one paid attention to her. I did. People were just watching, not doing anything. I felt very sad seeing her struggle. No one offered her a ride, and she stood in the opposite direction, asking if anyone was going to Bor Talla.

At that moment, I thought to myself, “Will no one help her?” I kept wishing internally for someone to help her, but I didn’t do anything myself.

After a while, two rickshaw drivers told her that her ride would be available from a different spot. She then moved in the right direction, and a toto driver picked her up. After some effort, she managed to get into the toto. There were already two people in the toto, a woman taking her child to school. I thought they might shun her, but they didn’t. I was wrong again, but this mistake brought me relief.

This incident happened four days ago, and I haven’t been able to forget it since. I felt like sharing it might make me feel a little less awful.

It’s not necessary for every event in the world to be connected to me, but this incident has deeply affected me.

And when I am telling you this, I feel like crying, I don’t know why