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When You See A Beggar…..

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU SEE A BEGGAR?

As we stepped out of the A.C. third chair car coach, we sisters had little idea as to what awaited us outside the railway station. I stepped aside to attend mum’s call, while she got trapped in a dilemma on the other side of the road. When the call ended, I crossed the road and approached her to know the state of affairs. She pointed towards an old woman…

The woman seemed neither quite well off, but nor as distressed! Yet, there she stood, begging to us and crying copiously. When I asked, she told me that she had forgotten her bag inside the bus which she boarded earlier. The bag contained her purse too. Now, she had to reach her village in Sitapur. She told us the exact landmarks through which you could get there. I asked her if she remembered any contact numbers, she refused.

This left me perplexed… She seemed genuine! I finally gave her a hundred rupees note and she left, blessing both of us.

But now the feeling that engulfed me was worse than the dilemma that I had before. My head was flocked with various “what if’s”…

Why did she approach us – two teen sisters – out of so many people out there? Did we seem gullible enough? Were we really stupid to believe her? What if she also belonged to some sort of racket? What if her excuse was not genuine?

But…

What if she were genuine (bona fide)? Would she be able to reach her village sans our help? Would someone even stand and listen to her… Forget about helping!

I turned to my sister. She had already deciphered my thoughts through my expressions.  “Stop thinking so much now. Once we were caught in the situation, ultimately we would have to repent either ways… Would you not repent if you wouldn’t have helped her?”

After a moment’s thought, I realized that she was right. How people act with you is their Karma. How you react is yours…

TheCagedBirdSings

As we stepped out of the A.C. third chair car coach, we sisters had little idea as to what awaited us outside the railway station. I stepped aside to attend mum’s call, while she got trapped in a dilemma on the other side of the road. When the call ended, I crossed the road and approached her to know the state of affairs. She pointed towards an old woman…

The woman seemed neither quite well off, but nor as distressed! Yet, there she stood, begging to us and crying copiously. When I asked, she told me that she had forgotten her bag inside the bus which she boarded earlier. The bag contained her purse too. Now, she had to reach her village in Sitapur. She told us the exact landmarks through which you could get there. I asked her if she remembered any contact numbers, she refused.

This left me…

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