No, I am not tuning into too much Amy MacDonald. I was at the railway station yesterday, to see off my mother. I did not go alone. My father, hubby and a cousin were also there. As is usual with the trains here, the train was rightly late. So we were left waiting for the train to arrive for about 1 hour 15 minutes. Not long after we were there on the platform, that we had our first beggar for the evening. Even after a few rounds of saying No, he did not leave. After that we all fell into ignore mode to fend him off. Several minutes on the second beggar made an appearance. I looked at the beggar. The child looked like a boy with the very short, awfully dirty hair. The child wore filthy white shirt and pants and had one hand raised seeking alms (for food I suppose, because he was strung up on taking the cup of sweetened milk that my cousin had in his hands). The other hand was perhaps left free for scratching the head or whatever else. But the child had a nose-ring, and that’s when I und...
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