A morning after I dropped the daughter off at school. Usual emotional turmoil of refusal to go to school. Regardless, I bit the bullet; hardened my inner-self and stopped for chai. Next pit stop… supermarket in our neighbourhood. Before I took the stairs to the supermarket; a person sought alms. Thankfully, I had some cash that I could offer.
It was a little after breakfast hour. So I thought the man could get himself a cup of chai; given the beautifully calm and cool morning it was; semi-overcast; with the rain contemplating on when it wanted to descend.
I could feel the beauty of the day for I was full: in terms of tummy; with my turmoil slowly settling down due to the chai and the weather. This weather though, would not have made a difference to the man’s day; for he had different ends to meet; perhaps.
After parking this thought and my scooter aside, I went up to the supermarket. On my way back to the scooter, I spotted this man yet again: this time I told him that I had already given him something. He quickly acknowledged the fact and showed me a quick gesture of hunger : a palpable sense of wanting to eat something. Having crossed the hours of breakfast; I realized how hungry he could be.
A packet of bread fell off my arms as I tried to fit in 2 packs of bread into the scooter’s storage. Even as I was picking up the packets of bread from the rack; I was debating 1 vs. 2.
Taking the cue, I handed over the packet that fell off; he answered in an affirmative, agreeing to eat the bread. I took his word and didn’t want to probe further. As I headed back to the scooter, I saw him getting ready to sit down with his meal: the packet of bread. A tear rolled down my eye, shielding my vision, as a cold breeze helped with wiping away my tears when I rode back home.
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