Flashback, and I remember a woman in front of me. She walks briskly, and wears an orange dress. She passes the boy, and stares for sometime, and the whole while she keeps walking.
When I stop, people look at me as if I'm insane. As if it's wrong to show compassion towards my fellow human being. As if I shouldn't have that in me, simply because I happen to be a teenager.
The next time you feel like calling the better part of the world "civilised", think about the beggars and the poor people you pass on the streets, and if it hasn't occured to you that, well, that society isn't as generous and humane as it wants us to believe...think about whether it has even crossed your mind to stop for the boy sleeping on the street...and define "civilised". Search within you. And define "civilised".