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took only few minutes. I took the return train. It was more crowded. A beggar approaches me for a
coin. I hand him one. He blesses me. My heart feels satisfied. There was news in a local train few
weeks back that a beggar in a platform had left a legacy of lakhs in an account in a bank for his
daughter, who too was a beggar on the same platform. Is begging a hobby or a need? I ask myself-
Unanswered.
