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Once upon a time, a street urchin asked me for two rupees. "Rendu rupayeelu unte ee Anna. Edainaa tintaanu". I was in a jolly good mood. I gave him a two rupee coin. I had some errands to run. I ran them (!) and while I was going back, I saw this street urchin again. With gold flake chota in hand. It was MY two rupee which was now a cigarette in the hands of a 13-14 year old boy. I stopped and stared at him. And he gave me a kind of smile if I had to convert into a verbal communication, it would mean, "Take lite boss". An involuntary smile escaped my lips and I walked on to home.
A friend of mine recalled an episode that happened to his friend. Friends friends (FF) experience so to speak. FF had given a twenty rupee note out of generosity, taking pity on the woe begone story of a street side beggar. Five minutes down the line, he saw the beggar with a half-pack of gold flake. The beggar was smoking spiritedly and didn
Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: still rubaru(rangdebasanti)