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CHAPTER I
ODDITIES AND ECCENTRICITIES OF KARMA
Friends, I would like to present before you several episodes. for your consideration and judgemant. Just ponder over them. "How did that happen?", "Who did it?".
Here is a big city. In one of its quiet spots, there is a society of enormously rich people. Every member of this society. is steeped in the enjoyment of wealth and pleasures and is. blatantly disdainful of others. Ah! even a Tomy dog of the Saheb has the good fortune to pass a merry life.
Once a very poor man of the city happens to come sauntering in this locality in the hope of getting something. That poor soul might be hungry for last several days. His sunken stomach is its silent witness. His body is a bundle of bones, without flesh and blood. A human soul, one of our own species, he is absolutely reduced to abject poverty and misery. His feet are tottering, the head on his neck is shaking.
With slow steps he reached the gate of a compound. An Arab watchman kept guard at the gate, lest some miscreant might get in.
"One who is neither a relative nor rich" was the only definition of a miscreant in the lexicon of these Sahebs.
The Arab shouted, "Get out from here, nothing could be had here".
"Where should I go? There is a limit to one's patience. My patience is exhausted", murmured the beggar within himself.
He sat down resting his hands on the temples. His eyes. were reeling, giddiness was creeping. Death was advancing before his eyes. He laughed, "Surely, death might have, perhaps, less bitterness in it than life". One cannot say, if per chance, something sweet was hidden in its depths.
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