Wrapping a shawl and wearing a torn sandal he walked with his tea cart to the roadside. A dubious feeling reverberated his mind and soul seeing the weather . “oh! God , please help me out today. If somehow I could manage the sum of money?” he hummed bringing his cart to an halt near his place and started cleaning the glass jars filled with luscious biscuits and cakes.
‘ bhaiti. give a special cup of tea with a teaspoon of sugars “ a elderly voice which he has accustomed to from past one month stunned him today. Without looking at his regular customer who appeared as a sign of peace and serenity he put the kettle in the burning fire and questioned “ koka you have diabetes isn’t it ? then why do you want sugar in tea ? Hearing his question the man laughed and said “ Today I am planning to donate my month’s pension to the ashram ! He paused for some time and continued “ and do you know my grandsons says that before doing something good we should eat sweets… “ Oh ! I see . “ Raghav interrupted. The man wanted to exaggerate about his grandson but looking at the tensed face of Raghav he sat on a bench.
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