My maid spoke of how, while coming to work today she had witnessed something sad. A poor couple from Bengal had travelled to Whitefield in order to collect 25 thousand rupees for the treatment of their 5 year old cancer patient son and were returning. In the overcrowded bus, the man never knew when he was pick pocketed. He and his wife wept. All the people in the bus contributed whatever they could.My maid gave 100 rupees.Was thinking of how that couple experienced ugliness and beauty of human nature at the same time and how they would have felt.
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