Neither is the garment on the skin, nor the bread in the stomach. There is no house to live, a rate-rate stumble, in the hands of the bowl, praying in the voice, complaining of people's dilemma, compelled to live a compulsory life. I am a beggar.
Yes, a beggar, sadness, whose life's misery is saying. I am the same beggar who is begging on the streets spreading his hand. I am not a beggar who is forced to beg for due to his inaction, kamchori.
I feel sorry for the life of beggars, whose hands and feet are safe, yet they beg for begging. You lose your self-esteem and consider begging to be filled with begging. So begging like this should die better than living!
The compassionate story of my beggar life is very compassionate. I remember, when I was very young, my parents used to have a small tea shop. I had a younger brother My mother was very diligent.
He used to share hands in the works of my father. When my father started having tea as well as tea, our income started to grow a little earlier. When I grew up a little, I was sent to school to read.
It was a few months ago that there was a big riot between two religions in our city. Our tea-snack shop was also brought in that riot affected area. Our shop in the looting and arson was burnt to ashes.
In addition, my Amma-Babuji and younger brother Kishen also came under the fierce fire. At that time there was such a ghastly ghost of people that people started running to me too. I escaped somehow, ran towards the front road.
In this part of the race, I had fallen on the road that a cart crushed my both hands. The riot left me as dead Meanwhile police came. I was unconscious. I do not know when I told how the hospital was taken. The palms of my hands were opened after days, and found that the claws of both of my hands became useless.
I tried my best to work with both of these claws, but my fingers were completely useless. After suffering that unbearable torture, I took the job of selling toys and handbags from my hands, but the incoming customers would look at my hands instead of toys and leave.
They used to hate the rudeness of my hands! Those who were kind, used to sell some. I was kind in this world too how much I was doing this work that my master started another business and expelled me from the ruthlessly. Now I could not even wash the utensil in the hotel.
Something could not work Then I got a small factory job in the chowki dery My boss was very soft He gave me Rs 500 a month. I started doing this job honestly. Barely three months My second janitor's fellow, who had been new, he used to focus more on things than others in the work. Do not ask that the owner of the boss does so One day the master sahib went out. My partner was the duty of the watchman.
One day he promised me to come in a little while and left me and went out. Unfortunately, some goods were stolen from the factory on that day. When the boss came, they were very angry He did both of us out of work. I was crying and crying. Do not know how the master was so cruel at that time? Their heart does not sweat
I tried to ask for work in many places, then I started working as a guard for shoes outside the temples. This work was given to me by an old Amma. Earlier he used to do the same. Now she was sick. There was no one in this world. How are her arrangements? So now I started spreading my hand to old Amma. Whatever you get, medicines are in the liquor.
By thinking that Amma will be cured, I will stop demanding work. Amma's condition is still not good. I have been beggar now, asking for alms. I do not regret it, I do not spend money in the begging for myself. By- Abhisek Roy
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