This one day I came across a beggar near to my home and saw him again and again in a week near my locality, so I assumed he just beg near my location only and Next time when I saw him begging while I was playing gully cricket, I went home opened my piggy bank and took a 100 rupees note went to the beggar and tried to give him, As he told me he wanted to talk to my parents with a smile which was unfamiliar to all the beggars I have previously observed.
When I was a small kid, I always had an affinity towards the beggars which I came across in day to day life.
To put that sincerely I found interesting the idea that they as opposed to my dad go from one place to another like a nomad asking for money to earn their bread,
sometimes I came across ones who sing in local trains
sometimes they beg for money with a rhyme attached,
sometimes they just plead for cash,
sometimes I came across ones who are handicapped,
One thing that was common in every beggar was the feeling of worthlessness, the way they see themselves and the way the society see them .. those cold eyes with which people see them which I was an innocent child couldn’t understand. I wanted to help them in whatever way I can so I noticed sometimes people give them money which was generally 1 rupee.
So this one day I came across a beggar near to my home and saw him again and again in a week near my locality, so I assumed he just beg near my location only and
God has finally given me the chance to help a beggar.
so next time when I saw him begging while I was playing gully cricket, I went home opened my piggy bank and took a 100 rupees note went to the beggar and tried to give him,
however, he refused to accept that note and asked me where my home is
as he told me he wanted to talk to my parents with a smile which was unfamiliar to all the beggars I have previously observed.
Being shocked and afraid I lied my home is very far from here, there was a sense of understanding in his eyes for me.
I went back to my home and put that 100 rupees note under my dad’s cloth.
After the incident, I delved deeper into why he didn’t take the note from me,
was it because I was a child,
was it because no one has treated him with this much amount of money in one go.
What I concluded then maybe he also has a sense of morality which my parents and society always tried to teach me
But what kind of sense of morality he had? If he can take 1 rupee from a child why couldn’t he take 100
I now wonder
Is this sense of morality right? And if not then why we as a society try to impart a sense of morality on someone who doesn’t need it the most…
All he needs is a good life and more importantly recognition and sense of worth from us
I didn’t see him after the event and hope he is doing well.
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