I had to attend another funeral of an old woman this week, today. This time in the evening. After the funeral I went to the town and found a fellow going crazy over a blind beggar. The reason was the blind man’s stick somehow ‘touched’ this other guy and he was arguing that the blind beggar is not blind. Some bi-standers came in for the help of the poor blind man and sent off the other guy.
I remember another incident as such in Brigades road, bangalore, some times back. Footpaths were full of people (as usual) and there was this old man breathing heavily to death, lying on the footpath, and nobody was paying attention and after sometime the police came in and took the man to the hospital.
My sister came in yesterday with her children. She left today in the evening. I love having children around sometimes. Because they make the ‘house’ a ‘home’. It is fun to play with them or to argue with them.
