Really touching. Ekdam ramro cha.

Sometimes when i am walking around newroad and when i see small children selling 'vicks' , 'battery' or an old man sitting in the bright sun with a weight machine, i just feel like crying - just womder how much they earn by selling few batteries or weighing pedestrians passing by and even though i am kind of shy, i just go and buy or weigh myself so that i can give them Rs5. But yes, very interesting and very touching story.

Even in my neighborhood i remember once an vegetable seller coming by and when my mother offered him 'a cup of tea' early in the morning once when it was very cold and she wanted to buy some tomatoes, that person never forgot her. He would always come by our house and offer free vegetables for little chat with my mother. I think in a place where everyone calls him a 'Madishe' and label him a thug, he could not ignore the warmth of my mother's voice.

But such is the irony of living in a poor country, just do not know how our emotions acts for or against us sometimes.