When One Walks Alone Through the Some What Under Appreciated Nooks of Delhi for instance.... One Experiences Much!...Here in the Most Under Valued of Human Habitats One Feels a Rhythm!...A Heart Beat that Reveals in All!...social Security Accompanies Compassion and an Acceptance and a Faith in All That Is....The Man in the Gutter.. No arms... No Legs... A Torso With A Head and a Beaming Smile...The Mans Day Consisted of Shuffling From His Shelter to His Pitch...Just Meters Away...Where He Would Hold a Tattered Hat Between His Teeth All Day and On a Lucky Day Would Receive a Scattering of Metal for his efforts!..that of which he would trade for his daily meal....On a not so Lucky Day his Hat Would Remain empty... But Still... Just Like Magic... His Daily Meal Would Appear!... One Or Sometimes Indeed All the Local Cookers Would; with out a Spoken Word.... Present the Man with Food...how Much Reflected their Days Trade!...Then and Only Then would they Turn a Blind eye....Allowing the Man to Devour His Meal in Dignity!...a Harmony... An Underlying Respect... A caring And Compassion... Hence...one Wins... All Win...and No one Starves!...and Every One Has a Shelter and Every One Has Warmth in Their Hearts!...
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 06:41:27 +0000