Why Such Disparity?

It was a winter afternoon. Cold breeze was blowing across the horizon. People, waiting for their buses, looked shivering in cold. They were hidden behind their woolen clothes, yet the chillness broke the woolen barriers and tickled their skin. The bus station is the haven for those who have been predestined to survive in rags. It is not their fault, but the Maker’s. The predestined shaggy fellow-beings right from the infants to the aged adults were seen stretching their arms to the heartless souls who have been predestined to stroll in attires. It is not their life, but the same Maker’s. Why such disparity?
She was musing over the disparity of the Maker’s creation. The bus she had to board in had not yet arrived the station. She was waiting with her husband at the bus station.
"What ‘s time by your watch?" She asker her husband.
"It’s three, Compasilene." He promptly replied.
"Oh, it’s very chill, Helponso."
Compasilene was struck by the sight of a shaggy girl with an infant in her arms loitering around a car halted at the corner of the station. A woman sitting in the car clad in ornamental attires and decked in diamonds was staring the shaggy girl through the transparent blinders. The blinders had been shaded with mist, yet were visible from in and out. The woman was eating a sandwich. The shaggy girl with the infant, greatly hungry, peeped in. The woman was enjoying the taste. The girl touched the blinders hoping she would relish her appetite. The woman insider stared the girl, and chased her reaching her hand with the sandwich to the blinders. The girl gently stroked the "sandwich" visible through the blinders from outside. While stroking, her fingers encoded a universal message on the misty blinders. But how could the poor woman decode the message? After all the woman was poor in heart, may be pompous in materialistic countenance. She might be carried in a car, but her heart could not carry charity. The infant stretched its arms but the woman in the car had already hit the dust. The girl and the infant were betrayed not for the sandwich but for charity. She had already delivered the universal message and hoped for at least a heart of charity. Would the message strike a soul? The girl wiped out the dust from the infant’s eyes and from her own. She set out reaching another car.
Compasilene was hit at her heart. She flew to the girl and offered three new sandwiches. The infant in the arms stretched its arms and thanked Comapasilene in child-like gestures. Compasilene’s eyes were welled with tears of charity. The girl’s appetite vanished, for
there was a soul who could decode her universal message – HUNGER. The girl disappeared smiling. Her innocent smile and the infant’s child-like gratitude were imprinted deep in Compasilene’heart. Till now the girl and the infant are living in her inward eye.
11.14 p.m. 2 Nov 2006