The lady under the flyover

I was heading to office one afternoon, when I saw a woman under the flyover. Greasy stains on her clothes, hair all knotted and tangled, she was wandering the streets, talking to herself. Nobody cared about her; nobody heard her.

The lady waits to cross the road, bag in hand. Pic: Ashok Kumar S

I felt sympathetic towards the woman and I stopped by the flyover and went near her. I was trying to do the best thing that I could and I offered her Rs 100. She looked reluctant and declined my offering.

I tried to make her accept it by talking to her in Kannada and Telugu, but she didn’t seem like she understood either language. She said something in her own language which I could not understand. Hand gestures or signals did not convey much either.

Instead of money, I should probably offer her food. So I rushed to a sweet stall to fetch some eatables and juice for her. 

By then, she was sitting under the flyover, near one of the cemented pillars. She bowed her head and took a parcel of food from her polythene bag. And she began to eat her food. She seemed entirely unconcerned about the situation.

I offered the eatables to her while she was eating, and she declined my offer yet again. I was trying to tell her to save this food for later, but she was not convinced. All I could do was watch her silently for a few moments.

Of course, people around us looked at us with puzzlement. I had tried to do my best to help, but she did not care for the money or food I offered her.

It was then I realised that not everyone in the world is motivated by money. There are people who are happy with just what they have!

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