THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING A 55-ER. Suggestions are heartily welcomed :)
She trudged through the streets. Shivering, in thin,tattered clothes.
yet winds mercilessly smacked her translucent attire, poking every nerve.
They weren't enough to fight those winds, but she bravely walked ahead to generate little warmth.
suddenly, she saw clothes hung outside a house.
Her mind stopped, waiting for a resolution- to surrender or steal!
Winters in Northern India continue to grow severe, with mercury dipping below the tolerant levels each day.
Often, sitting cosily in our homes we fail to realize how blessed we are and at the same time the plight of those shivering on the streets, many of who succumb to the chills every year.
The sole purpose of this 55-er is to stir in our conscience and generate compassion for those underprivileged souls. God protect us all.