The Zen Beggar
A Conversation With A Beggar — Fiction
I took a 10 rupee note from my pocket and held it towards the beggar (lying on the ground), for him to take it. He closed the book that he was reading and looked at me for some time. He sat down with his back rested against the pole and said:
I noticed you ignoring me before as you walked past me. Why did you come back now ?— asked the beggar