We all felt happy and excited because it was Diwali. My mother had saved lot of small coins from her shopping and gave them to me to buy crackers Stuffed full with sweets and feeling that life was grand I ran towards the market. Then I saw a blind beggar. He sat in the hot sun by the edge of the unpaved road while gusts of wind raised clouds of dust and rubbish over him. ‘Andhalalya paisa dey, Bhagwan', he kept on saying to the passers, ‘Give one paisa to this blind man, oh! Bhagwan.' In front of him there was a rusty cigarette tin. It struck me alongside my bright happy world there was a world of misery and pain.
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