Himalaya to Aravali- people in peril

As I was rolling my bike over the speed-breaker near a village called Papdi in SE Rajasthan, a face turns back from the sidelines. Tears had just dried on face, full of dust and the voice as so thin that I couldn't hear what he wanted to utter. No time to think and no was to understand, I got him on the bike and at cruising speed of 80kmph, I realized I was going too fast, when the person started to cry. I was confused to the core. Who is this guy, what is his problem and what not?
I dropped him at the municipal hospital in Lakheri.

Next day, I saw the person moving barefooted on a 48 degree day in a semiconcious state. I took him into some shade, nearby and then the sky melted on me and Earth suddenly seemed to be slipping away from my feet. His 7 years old daughter died that day. I had the slightest of inklings of waht happened and how that happened. People around were too busy to heed to this person's greif, what to talk about sharing it. Mangi Lal is one of the poorest people in this one of the poorest patch of India. Not that all the people who didn't have time to think of Mangi Lal's situation are so by their nature, but they are so because of their circumstances and an heavy ignorance, sequentially by the Rajputana, the Mughals, the Britishers, the Indian democratic red tape, the God. On that very day, some one from a village just 5km of Papdi died of a freak accident, someone got her hand under a thresher, someone lost his two fingers trying to get on a Jeep to Kapren....the count goes on and the penury aides it.

I saw a star falling from sky yesterday, Maa told me one day to wish something , if I see such a thing. Imagine what I wished? Wishing is not the way, I guess, so I silently went to sleep and woke up next morning to the whinings of my neighbor, who just lost all of her belongings last night, it was a theft. I was wishing a robber to rob my thoughts as well. I wish!