On the footpath to my left, a little girl was walking briskly; trying to keep pace with her father who was carrying her toddler brother. Her shoulder-length hair was untidy and soaked in oil. She was wearing her school uniform. Perhaps she was marching to her school. Perhaps not. I didn’t see a school bag on her, or her father. Where was she going? Why was she wearing her school uniform, if she was not going to the school? Maybe she didn’t have another pair of clothes. The government school must have given her free uniform. She gets some free meal as well, I’m sure. The sarkari schools do that much for students, I know.
I was engrossed over a matter, which didn’t exist except in the realm of my thoughts, and she was hurried to some destination that I don’t know of. She would never worry over matters that keep me immersed, because the matter of food and shelter will keep her busy most of her life.
Isn’t poverty a boon?
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There is also a poverty of the soul.