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A LESSON IN LIFE FROM A BEGGAR

                        Many years later, I found myself caught in the rain at Bombay’s
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                    Flora Fountain. It was pouring  and I didn’t have an umbrella. I was
                    standing near a popular department store, waiting for the rain to

                    subside. Suddenly I spotted Meena. My first reaction was to avoid
                    being seen by her, having to listen to her never-ending complaints.
                    However, she had already seen me and caught hold of my hand
                    cheerfully and said, ‘Hey! I’m really excited. It’s nice to meet old

                    friends. What are you doing here?’
                        I explained that I was in Bombay on official work.
                        ‘Then stay with me tonight,’ she said. ‘Let’s chat. Do you know
                    that old wine, old friends and memories are precious and rare?’
                        I couldn’t believe it. Was this really Meena? I pinched myself
                    hard to be sure that it wasn’t a dream. But Meena was really standing

                    there, right in front of me, squeezing my hand, smiling, and yes, she
                    did look happy. In the three years she had been in Bangalore, I had
                    never once seen her smiling like that. A few strands of grey in her
                    hair reminded me that years have passed. There were a few wrinkles
                    on her face, but the truth was that she looked more attractive than

                    ever before.
                        Finally, I managed to say, ‘No, Meena, I can’t stay with you
                    tonight. I have to attend a dinner. Give me your card and I’ll keep in
                    touch with you. I promise.’                                                  I couldn’t believe
                        For a moment, Meena looked disappointed. ‘Let’s go and have              it. Was this really
                    tea at least,’ she insisted.                                                 Meena? I pinched

                        ‘But Meena, it’s pouring.’                                               myself hard to be
                        ‘So what? We’ll buy an umbrella and then go to the Grand                sure that it wasn’t a
                    Hotel,’ she said.                                                                  dream.
                        ‘We won’t get a taxi in this rain,’ I grumbled. 7
                        ‘So what? We’ll walk.’

                        I was surprised. That wasn’t the same Meena I had known.
                    Today, she seemed ready to make any number of adjustments.
                        We reached the Grand Hotel drenched.  By then, the only
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                    thought in my mind was to find out who or what had brought about
                    such a change in the pessimistic Meena that I had known. I was quite
                    curious.

                        ‘Tell me, Meena, is there a Prince Charming who has managed            6.  raining heavily
                    to change you so?’                                                         7.  complained in a bad-
                        Meena was surprised by my question. ‘No, there isn’t anyone              tempered way
                    like that,’ she said.                                                      8.  thoroughly wet


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