In
Vrindavan I spotted an old destitute woman bent double due to a spinal deformity.
This tatterdemalion was supporting herself with a stick, hobbling along the
garbage strewn pavement dodging stray dogs.
Why does God allow such a travesty
of humanity to come into existence? What lies in her past ‘karma’ that she has
to suffer in such a manner?
Makes one wonder about the pointlessnes, especially on seeing fat people, ostensibly on a pilgrimage from Delhi, smug in their imagined piety and snug in their luxury cars, tramping about the same streets of Vrindavan as the shivering bundle of skin and bones I had seen earlier.
Makes one wonder about the pointlessnes, especially on seeing fat people, ostensibly on a pilgrimage from Delhi, smug in their imagined piety and snug in their luxury cars, tramping about the same streets of Vrindavan as the shivering bundle of skin and bones I had seen earlier.
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