Thank you prayer!

It was a typical hot boiling summer day in Chennai ... i stormed into my home from the scorching sun. i was very tired,extremely hungry, and totally pissed off.. i walked across the hall cursing my college for not being open on the day i wanted to check my results.. i was thoroughly annoyed as i had to go all the way to college in bus,only to know that the college reminded closed that day..

My mom who was a bit relived that i would not be coming back home for the next one hour and was lazily chatting with the house maid,she was startled to see me an hour early and all hungry and on the verge of tears..she started to quicken the process of cooking...after what seem like just a few seconds..she was in my room with food all ready...still my mood did not change...i grabbed the plate and started attacking the food..

When my stomach stopped growling and was nearly half filled, a thought struck me.. have i ever been able to control my hunger? have i ever been able to control my temper when my stomach starts throwing tantrums..Then how do people in Africa,supposedly to be the most poverty stricken country bear all this?how do they continue to live when they are denied the most basic amenities of life like food, water, and shelter.. how much they would long to get what i have now...i mean even at least the half of it...

All of a sudden guilt overwhelmed me, i put my plate aside and washed hands.at that moment i thanked God for giving me wonderful parents, a beautiful home, and almost everything a person would wish for..

I prayed for those deprived people and promised i would do everything i can in future for the cause of such people and try to make their life a little easier..

As these thoughts were still running in my head,my mom popped in and said "have u finished eating!!!you had very little, you would be hungry later", i smiled and thought "i probably had much more than i should have had"..