Food Glorious Food

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Food Glorious Food

Sitting in my sealed airconditioned capsule of a bus I could not help this woman begging for money supposedly for food. I used to give to every beggar but people always fought with me. They said I was creating a society of dole seekers. ME? I asked. You are the guys scrambling over each other to denude the earth of its resources to rob government of its taxes and to then misuse those taxes.

If empires crumble because of my giving half a rupee to a beggar then so be it.

Somewhere in the heart of New Delhi on a traffic light stop, this lady was pleading with me for money while I sat captured in my bus seat.

Somewhere in the heart of New Delhi on a traffic light stop, this lady was pleading with me for money while I sat captured in my bus seat.

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