It's strange...
It was strange; I was still thinking about him? It had been three days since I met the man, but still his thoughts were fresh in my mind. Who was he...(of course I knew that he was a beggar!). He was starving on the road-side, I was passing by in my air-conditioned car. What could I do? It was a signal... it wasn't possible to get down and give him some money...or was it? How would I know; I never did that before. "What about you?" My friends didn't answer; one of them smiled. "What's wrong?" I asked again. "You are crazy. Why are you still thinking about him?" She looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't answer her. I kept thinking about it for several days later on; until the day when i passed by that street again. He was right there, surrounded by passers-by. I tried to look through the crowd but it was almost impossible. I asked my driver to park the car and gave him a rupees fifty note to buy food for the man. The driver returned af...