A DAY IN A LIFE OF A BEGGAR:
The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden light
on the empty streets. A middle-aged man sat huddled in a corner, his tattered
clothes barely covering his shivering frame. He was one of the many beggars who
lived on the streets of the city, trying to eke out a living one day at a time.
The man's name was Raju, and he had been living on the
streets for as long as he could remember. His parents had died when he was
young, and he had been forced to fend for himself ever since. He had no family,
no friends, and no hope for a better future.
As the morning rush began, Raju slowly rose to his feet and
started walking down the street. He held out his hand, hoping that someone
would drop a coin or two into his palm. Most people ignored him, hurrying past
on their way to work. Some gave him a few rupees out of pity, but it was never
enough to make a difference.
As the day wore on, Raju grew more and more desperate. He was
hungry, thirsty, and tired, but he had no money to buy food or water. He
wandered aimlessly through the city, searching for someone, anyone, who would
help him.
By midday, the heat was unbearable. Raju's throat was dry,
and his head was pounding. He collapsed on the side of the road, feeling as if
he might die at any moment. A kind-hearted woman saw him and gave him a bottle
of water and some food. It was the first time he had eaten all day, and it felt
like a feast to him.
Feeling grateful and rejuvenated, Raju continued his begging,
but as the day went by, the people grew more and more indifferent. He knew that
he wouldn't be able to make enough money to buy himself a proper meal, let
alone a place to sleep for the night.
As the sun began to set, Raju found himself at a park. He lay
down on a bench, trying to ignore the hunger pangs and the feeling of despair.
As the night drew in, the city grew quieter, and Raju found himself alone once
again. He closed his eyes, hoping for a peaceful sleep, but the sound of his
own growling stomach kept him awake.
The next day would be the same as the one before it, and the
one before that. Raju knew that his life would never change, that he would
always be a beggar on the streets, invisible to most of the world. But as he
drifted off to sleep, he allowed himself to dream of a better life, of a day
when he would no longer have to beg for his survival.
