Speak Up by Aarti

Years ago, when we were living in a smaller town, one day on my way back from school, I spotted Latha [ who was our maid Pattamma’s daughter] sitting near the gutter and vomiting. She was doubled over and looked about ready to collapse. We were 3 of us who went past that way to our homes. That day, on seeing this girl, we decided to stop and enquire. She saw me, wiped her face and smiled. I dint know what to do, whether to pause and ask if she was ok, or simply ignore and walk on. I went ahead a few steps, but couldn’t go further. I asked my friends to carry on and that I had forgotten to pick up a letter from a neighbor’s house.