Nurungukal..3..

Ichirivettam..6..She lay completely wrapped from head to foot with plaster. motionless, on the foot path of Indiranagar in Bangalore. Passersby through notes and coins into the cloth spread in the front. A man and a girl in rags sat begging with folded arms, occasionally wiping their tears. On enquiry I was told that the lady met with an accident and is immovable. I felt pity and gave fifty rupees, which the man, with shivering hands accepted and touched my foot. While returning from my evening walk I saw him carrying her on his shoulder and hurrying away. It made me shudder and with a throbbing heart I contained my feelings. Days passed. While shopping in Majestic my attention was once again drawn by the trio . The scene was similar to the one in Indranagar. Once again my sentiments rose and offered another fifty rupees.

        The trio encountered me once again. This time it was on the foot path adjacent to the Mysore bus stand. There was a heap of notes and coins in the cloth and the man and the girl sat enacting the usual scene. I just looked at them with a smile and once again through a fifty rupee note. But this time for their ingenuity of their profession. Never again I have met them. Probably they are in pursuit of other tricks…..dum dum dum ..pi pi pi…