When I see these hardworking girls, working the whole day at the age of 5 for their livelihood in the fountain square, my heart melts like anything. I forget all my pain; her innocence, there is no sign of tiredness or anything artificial, only her natural self. Then things come to my mind: we earn a lot more than we need, but when we go back home, we are so tired. You know why? Because our stomach is like a bottomless pit that can never be filled, and we do the so called right work too in the ignorance of truth. We hate people who exploit the poor, but we also work for them. We see how hypocritical we are.
I leave my writing here; the rest is your choice. Live a peaceful life; you have only one. Jago sadho jago.