company for lunch

I was quietly having my lunch in my regular vegetarian hotel on a very hot day.
I dont know what caught my attention first, the little girl child negotiating her way in the thick lunch crowd or the cleaning guys trying to block her way. I knew where she was heading to, which was obvious from the 1.5 litre empty sprite bottle that she was holding. A little descriptionof the little girl might be helpful here. She was slightly taller than twice the height of that bottle. I know her, she is a squatter in the nearby building, a cute, semi demolished building on the road side, which i have already noted down for the squatting options that it provide. She is cute, has her hair done in to two pony tails, held by little rubber bands and wears a constant expression on her face of confusion. Denying water to such a little girl in such a hot summer day would be like the biggest crime that the cleaning fellow(who is also a child, some 15 years old) can do. I was not going to just watch that this time. But thankfully , the cleaning lad(s) were not that heart less, and the little girl was tenacious about getting her bottle filled. They helped her fill the bottle. And none of the people in the crowd had any aversion in having a street child near their food and water. Thinking of that i will love this place more, than any other hotel where people sit in their chairs, and look down at a hint of dirt spoiling their appetite or mood. I gave her silent company back to her home, since i was not sure whether she can carry that bottle on her own. But she seemed cool about it, doing it slowly, and without much effort.