Along with my Mom and a friend, I went for shopping. On our way back home, we stopped at a refreshment stall on a railway station platform buying soft drinks. The table of the stall was shared by us with an old man who was busy crunching. He was poor by his looks, not a beggar though certainly. On completion of his plate, by then we were half way through our drinks, he glanced at our drinks. He must have been thirsty. He asked me the cost of the drink. It was six rupees by then and so I replied. On hearing, he raised his eye-brows exclaiming "Six rupees?" and left the place. I was sure that he couldn't afford to buy one. His way of exclamation shook me for a second and is still fresh whenever I think about this. Though my mom asked me to buy him one, I didn't for I knew he was not a beggar and he might not accept things for free. I couldn't finish my drink and was just gazing at the poor old man whose wobbled walk leaves behind a perennial question.
This was the same incident that made me think about the famous quote...
"I wept for shoes until I see a man without legs."
