To be a blood donor is the best God given talent. I seldom used to do so and the amount was given for charity purpose. The day has reached this money was a mandatory for me to grab a growl of meal for the survival in the world. No i should say to have a normal meal. Dreamt of a tasty and mouth watering lunch, went to the blood bank to donate. Scribbled & filled the form from the reception, were guided for the preliminary test. Hearts pumped swifter and legs shivered as aware of my past few days diet. One meal a day. Finally it was pricked and the pain woke me from my dreams. The melodious voice of sister shattered in my ears "did it pain you", replied no!
Blood being pumped nor the plus rate were swifter couldn't identify though I felt it in the nerves. The silence were broke when the reading beeped out. Oh it is only 13. 2 H b not eligible for donation the blood.

My heart plunged to sorrow what will I do got only 2 coins in my pocket. The tiger in my tummy started to roar

What will I do where will I knock I am starving, then there was no other go bought 2 packet of biscut and just fed the tiger in the tummy. Evening came started to sell a pair of D X N lingizhi coffe each which gave enough money to survive now i got to do this daily to survive. When will be able to send money and pay the bank repayment, who is there to help me to come out of this mess . Hope God will see me and hear me. Still feel someone will help me out one time to come out of this real mess.