Its a matter of 5 rupees.

Well folks, I am back. After a long time, the whim raised its head and enforced me to jot down something. However, all the excitement and enthusiasm died long before I started writing this article. This is the most humiliating experience I have ever gone through.
A few days ago, while I was casually loitering in a bustling market, I noticed a ramshackled old woman travelling from pillar to post for a few pennies. She was hesitatingly pleading to everyone for some money. My hand reached the pocket and I searched for a rupee but my search ended with a five rupee note. For a moment, I considered myself as some "Raja Bhoj" and gave that note to that boodhi amma. For a moment, she gazed at that note as if some secrets were written by Mr Y.V. Reddy on it and now this poor old lady is burdened with the responsibility of its decipherment and then suddenly without giving me a chance to move, bowed in front of me to touch my feet. I was shocked by her behavior and felt ashamed of myself due to no obvious reason. Passers-By gave me such a snorting look as if I had commited a crime nothing less than a felony, a few even discussed my act as outlandish.
However, I hardly care of what others think of me but still this incident left me aghasted.
I was moved by that old lady's reaction. To us, 5rs is a negligible amount and most of the time, we go to cafeteria and pay 100rs for some bakwaas items and here we see a poor lady who instead of resting on her bed with proper medical care is begging on roads and we sitting in some barista or CCD, discuss which movie is about to come or which girl is hot and is still free or got engaged with someone?
I am living in an alien city and spend a few bucks here and there but I still remember that budhiya's morbid face and lament voice which questions my way of living at every step.