::- Story of a little girl -::

::- GOD HELPS THOSE WHO HELP THEMSELVES -::

"God helps those who help themselves.", shouted the mother hurriedly. She was already late for her office today. And like every other day, Raani, her child, hadn't completed her homework for previous day. It was Raani who read a small story of a lazy monkey to her.
" Why do they have to give such a tough homework to kids.", the mother murmered as she packed Raani's tiffin box.
"God helps.... What ??" shouted back Raani, a 7 year child, studying in 2nd std at English medium school, with a big question on her sweet round face.
"Aahhhh....", grunted the mother. She should have reached the office by this time.
" God.. Helps..those....who.. HELP... Themselves..." repeated the mother word by word, as she checked for spelling mistakes in her book. There was not a single error.
"My sweet baby", said the mother proudly as she got her up from the chair.
"what does it mean mom", asked Raani, sweetly.
"Now, sweetheart", said the mother sadly, "sorry I can't drop you to the office. Am so late already."
"But what does it mean mom.", asked Raani again.
"Sweetheart, remember the phrase for now. We'll discuss the meaning in evening." said the mother sadly, as she picked up the lock and keys off the table and pecked a small kiss on Raani's forehead.
"now off you go darling." said the mother as she locked the door of their apartment.
"But, what does it..." began Raani.
"Remember the phrase today darling." said the mother distractedly as she corrected Raani's tie.
"And eat the whole lunch today. And look both sides before crossing the road... " said the mother as she left Raani to walk to the bus stand.

"God...helps those...who help....themselves.." remembered Raani, as she began walking over the footpath. She walked on the same footpath every morning. She new the footpath inch-by-inch. She knew it's inhibitants; the beggars, and the usual hawkers.
" God helps those who help themselves.", murmered Raani as she remembered the phrase.
She had reached the signal. The rickshaw stop was on the other side of the signal.
She looked for the signal. It was RED. There were still 10 seconds to go.
"God helps those who help themselves.." murmered Raani as she rushed to cross the signal.
It took only a small push. Raani was knocked down by the boy rushing past her. She fell on her knees. There she saw small drops of blood oozing out through her delicated skin. Had it been any other day at home. She would have screemed loud enough to get her mother in trauma. But, she was a brave kid. She was the only passer- by accross the signal. It was only 2 seconds for signal to clear. She had fallen down infront of the jeep. The driver had no idea that Raani had fallen there. Neither anyone over there had a faintest idea that a small girl had fallen on the zebra crossing. Only 2 feets infront of the zeep whose driver was in no mood to take his eyes off the signal hung overhead,
"God helps those who help themselves." repeated Raani to herself, a little louder this time.
She mustered up all her courage and stood on her trembelling legs.
Just then the signal cleared. And the zeep driver put his foot over the accelerator,.
The same moment Raani stood up at her place. Her height of two ahd half feets was higher enough that the driver put his foot immidiately on the break. "God..." he screemed.
"God helps those who help themselves." repeated Raani to herself.
Her feet was bleeding. She wobbled at her place. She sat down. There was a lot of noice of horns at the signal. The zeep driver got off the vehicle.
"Let me help you kid." said the driver as he lifted dumbstruck Raani.
"God helps those who help themselves." repeated Raani to herself.