As I was chanting my rounds in the metro, somewhat disheartened because I wasn’t able to preach to anyone (they were all into phones & magazines), a man around 40, wearing fashionable cloths – yet quite worn out and dirty after a more careful look – entered the train with many bags in his hands.
I concluded that he was yet another homeless (there are more and more of them lately) and perceived his sad, bitter smile. He came by me and said something I didn’t hear, so I faintly smiled back.
“Oh,
