There are cars, bikes, carts, rickshaws and autos before me, all in motion. Everything is at its best to overtake and overrule the other. The clock-tower signals exact ten o'clock and all the clock-hands meet only at two places.
People are rushing to their destinations, going from one place to another. Across the street a bevy of ladies are carrying a procession and a group of traders protesting against the current government, perhaps for some price rise issue. They are together here, but on a daily living they don't care so intensely for each other.
Everyday I pass this place, and each day adds a new story to my account. On my way, I meet an old lady with hands wide spread to the passing pedestrians asking for alms. She is a jack of her trade with good facial expressions and lips those murmur blessings to all.
Not everyone stops or cares to put a rupee or two in her bowl, even I haven't in the past two months of our one sided interaction. But, that doesn't pull her back from her going. When someone doesn't stop she blesses with even more concern, affection and courtesy, in a much higher pitch than before, not bothered by those who simply passed by.
She misses a leg, and its replacement, a plastic one is kept beside her on the tarpaulin. That adds on sympathies and her ever-blessing throat is relieved to some extent as the numb leg does the talking. Anything that I recall hearing from her has always been soft toned, blissful and blessing. She is a soft toned motherly lady. Perhaps a mother of two or three...
I wonder, how impeccably god has made her, with so much patience and courage to bless every stranger that passes by. No doubt this is her work and work is rarely related with concern, but words that she speaks for begging have never appeared honey-coated to me. Those words seem directly leaping out of her vast and affectionate heart.
Today, the advent of 2014 shows insignificant humans who preach the teachings of Jesus: 'love thy neighbor.' The ones who are really generous and loving are reducing in a rapid manner. Feelings of selfishness, jealousy, hatred and money-orientedness are taking over in a similar rapid pace.
But, amidst all odds, there are these beggars and other neglected people of the society who in everyday life, though for a selfish motive bless us, with words like our mother's. Their motive is unquestionably selfish but that limits to only an earning of a rupee or two, seldom five. No matter what, but this motive of theirs is far better than those lurking talks and misguidances of new-acquaints who leave us robbed on a train journey or in a roadways bus.
People are rushing to their destinations, going from one place to another. Across the street a bevy of ladies are carrying a procession and a group of traders protesting against the current government, perhaps for some price rise issue. They are together here, but on a daily living they don't care so intensely for each other.
Everyday I pass this place, and each day adds a new story to my account. On my way, I meet an old lady with hands wide spread to the passing pedestrians asking for alms. She is a jack of her trade with good facial expressions and lips those murmur blessings to all.
Not everyone stops or cares to put a rupee or two in her bowl, even I haven't in the past two months of our one sided interaction. But, that doesn't pull her back from her going. When someone doesn't stop she blesses with even more concern, affection and courtesy, in a much higher pitch than before, not bothered by those who simply passed by.
She misses a leg, and its replacement, a plastic one is kept beside her on the tarpaulin. That adds on sympathies and her ever-blessing throat is relieved to some extent as the numb leg does the talking. Anything that I recall hearing from her has always been soft toned, blissful and blessing. She is a soft toned motherly lady. Perhaps a mother of two or three...
I wonder, how impeccably god has made her, with so much patience and courage to bless every stranger that passes by. No doubt this is her work and work is rarely related with concern, but words that she speaks for begging have never appeared honey-coated to me. Those words seem directly leaping out of her vast and affectionate heart.
Today, the advent of 2014 shows insignificant humans who preach the teachings of Jesus: 'love thy neighbor.' The ones who are really generous and loving are reducing in a rapid manner. Feelings of selfishness, jealousy, hatred and money-orientedness are taking over in a similar rapid pace.
But, amidst all odds, there are these beggars and other neglected people of the society who in everyday life, though for a selfish motive bless us, with words like our mother's. Their motive is unquestionably selfish but that limits to only an earning of a rupee or two, seldom five. No matter what, but this motive of theirs is far better than those lurking talks and misguidances of new-acquaints who leave us robbed on a train journey or in a roadways bus.
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