I looked through the car window. She was sitting on the pavement as usual. A beggar maid in her frail frame of a couple of bones beneath a pale, dirty skin. She didn’t have even a begging bowl -a tattered blanket was her only possession. Surprisingly, she never begged and always sat with her back towards the world – as if to denounce it.

 

Why did she stick to that place ?

 

Maybe she lost her child at that spot. I wondered.

 

Everyday I expected her to be missing- only to be mistaken. However, my egoist self didn’t allow any sympathy to creep in.

 

Today she was gone.. L  Her place appeared cleaner than its surroundings and stood out as a scar. I could not locate my ego but instead found a scar in my heart which I might have to carry ever. Forever !