Re-encounter
"An alms." His filthy, ragged clothes cover part of his body. "An alms, for God's sake." Two tears stream down along his childish face. "Please, my mother is dying." Someone comes up and drops a coin in his trembling, fragile hand. She caresses the child's face and asks, "What's wrong with your mother?" "She's dying, and we have nothing in our house to feed her, or pay for a doctor's visit." There is barely a muffled moan and the child breaks into tears slowly. The quiet crying makes him shake his little body with slight convulsions. The warm female hand caresses his and the soft voice asks him to calm down and gives him encouragement. "Let's go to your house. I am a doctor. What is your name?" "Rajiv." The boy leads the woman to his house. The room without light prevents the doctor from seeing the patient clearly, but gradually the doctor can see the contracted face of the mothe...