He could be somebody’s grandfather… This morning was no different from any other morning.. I woke up, rolled around in the bed, slept for a little longer, finally convinced myself to wake up. Got ready, had breakfast, mumbled ‘hi’ ‘hello’ ‘howz life’ ‘going good’ to flat-mates.. and left for work.. thinking about some mundane things, daily trifles. Same old weekday.. But then.. At a traffic signal, there was a wrinkled old man, looking like he hadn’t eaten for days, and he was asking for alms. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence at traffic signals. Yet I can never forget his eyes. I have never seen so much sorrow on a human being’s face. It was just so unfair.. He could have been someone’s grandfather, sitting in his home, resting his frail old frame in his last few years, perhaps with his little grandchildren playing around. But no, he’s not. He is on the street, barely able to walk, his beseeching eyes asking help from strangers. And in that moment, all the worries of daily life seemed...