* I read this in the newspaper yesterday. A 16 year old boy dies in an accident in Chennai.
Even with the grief they are in, his doctor parents pledge his organs for donation.
Apollo hospital finds a 9 year old girl needing a heart transplant on the same day. Heart transplant, the newspaper quotes, needs to be done within a few hours of 'harvesting' (extracting from the donor i.e... sad word I know).
They request the help of the Traffic police. They facilitate the ambulance movement across the city - green lights at each intersection for the vehicle zooming at 120 kmph.
Next, the doctors achieve an extraordinary feat of implanting in a small girl's chest cavity, a heart from a grown up boy.
* A girl tugs at our shirt near an eatout. Manju and I are eating. Usually she buys such kids something to eat. May be we were a tad too lax today. When we turned around, we see a guy hand over to the kid, a fresh plate of dosa he bought and vanish in the crowd.
* Same place, earlier in the day. Manju and I are walking nearby. We see a young boy on the scooter relishing a morsel of dosa, which his grandfather is diligently feeding him. It was such a postcard picture.
* Same day, Manju and I, walk past a hawker on the footpath with his wares around him... squatting on the floor and bent over a 4-line notebook (like the ones we used in nursery).. and practicing English alphabets.
Such events... they are so refreshing. This is what we like to see everyday.
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