The world for 'them'...and for us?

Lakshmanan was frowning at the pictures his photographer, Sudhir had left on his table. They lacked that charishma, that one photograph which would help boost his magazine sales. They were the same, those glossy pictures of semi-clad models, with heavy make up and curvy figures. He had promised earlier this year to the Editor-in-Chief that this year the sales would go up by atleast 10%. Lakshmanan was glad atleast the sales were not dropping! He buzzed the intercom and reckoned Sudhir to his office.
Sudhir was surprised that his boss had called him to his chambers so early in the day, moreover the fact that was disturbing was that LK (thats how Lakshmanan was known in the journalists community) had sounded a bit hard on him. Pondering out aloud what the reason could be he reached the cramped office of his boss. It was any ordinary room only that there were piles and piles of papers stacked everywhere, the noticeboards were filled with things to do and cover photos of the previous issues of People magazine and the only places that were not bearing papers were the ones occupied by LK and Sudhir. A pregnant pause....
What ensued thereafter is that Sudhir burst out of LK's office not angry but with the alacrity that any scientist has while performing experiments. He grabbed his camera a Kodak Zoom5.5PS and set out to satisfy his boss.
It was nearly afternoon when he reached his destiny. The heat was scorching and the stench unbearable. He was soaked in sweat, he slowly approached the area with caution. His mind alert and his heart ached at the sights that beheld him. His camera clicked furiously at the surroundings. He had seen worser places during his college days but this was heart rendering. He was almost moved to tears, and that was surprising enough for himself, as he was not that sensitive a person. He was standing in that very place were umpteen ministers had stood and had made false promises in the past, he was standing in a slum...
A child was playing in the vicinity, her hair was unkempt, she was in rags and a face which reflected sorrow in its extremity . It seemed that she was not at all happy with the thread she was twisting in between her fingers. Sudhir was observing her with agog when suddenly her face lit with happiness. She was literally glowing, and he had been clicking away photos from the moment his eyes had set on her. So he slowly turned around to see what made her happy and so oblivious to the surroundings. What he saw next made him and his camera smile, the girl was now very eager, with outstretched arms she welcomed her mother. Her mother tenderly picked her up and childs joys knew no bounds....
Sudhir returned back to the bus- stop with mixed emotions.
Life is really that simple, what matters most is love in this world. There are two categories of people in this world -The pennyless, the slum dwellers and the poor have nothing but love and the others have all but love. Not that money is not important but it's we who choose what we want....