A TRASH PICKER YOUNGSTER HAS BEEN LIVING A LIFE OF MISERIES AND POVERTY. HE WAS AN ORPHAN. HE HAD NEVER SEEN HIS PARENTS. INSIDE THE SQUALID AND DEPLORABLE AND EXTREMELY UNHYGIENIC SLUM-CLUSTER THE YOUNG MAN LIVED ALONE INSIDE A TIN-MADE BURROW. STRAY DOGS , GIANT RATS, FRIGHTENING INSECTS AND HOOCH MAKING GOONS WERE HIS NEIGHBOURS. HE USED TO THEM . HE NEVER BOTHERED OF THEM. EVERY MORNING HE WOULD GO OUT TO SCAVENGE.
HE ROAMED THROUGH THE STINKING HEAPS OF CITY WASTES. SOME TIME GODDESS OF LUCK WOULD HELP HIM AND SOME TIME DARK GOD OF BAD LUCK CHASE HIM. SOME TIME HE ATE FULL AND SOME TIME HALF FOOD AND SOME TIME EMPTY STOMACH …
SOME TIME HE WANTED TO END THE LIFE BUT HE RESOLVED AND COLLECT COURAGE TO FACE UP. ONCE HE MET A SAFFRON CLAD SAGE WHO WAS SITTING BENEATH A LARGE BANYAN TREE, OUT SIDE THE SLUMS. THE SAGE WAS SITTING IN YOGA POSITION AND HIS EYES WAS TIGHT SHUT. THE YOUNG MAN LOOKED THE SAGE FROM A DISTANCE .HE WAS TOO KEEN TO KNOW SOMETHING BUT HE DID'T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO A GREAT SAGE.
AFTER AWHILE HE LOST HIS WISH AND WILL SO HE TURNED TO THE SCORCHING MIDDAY HEAT. ALL OF A SUDDEN THE YOUNG MAN HEARD A VOICE"COME HERE BOY, GIVE ME SOME WATER FOR THE PAST THREE DAYS I AM BEING WITH OUT WATER AND FOOD..NOW I NEED WATER HELP ME .." THE YOUNG MAN TERRIBLY CONFUSED AND HESITATED .."GO AND BRING ME WATER.." THIS TIME THE VOICE OF THE SAGE WAS LIKE AN ORDER.THE YOUNG MAN RUN FAST AND AND COUNTED EACH COIN TO BUY CLEAN AND BOTTLED WATER, THEN HE RUN BACK FAST TO THE SAGE.
THE SAGE WAS STILL SITTING WITH CLOSED EYES."COME ON ... GIVE ME THE WATER BOTTLE."THE YOUNG MAN REACHED THE BOTTLE TO HIM ..HIS HANDS SHIVERED. "DON'T BE AFRAID OF ME..BE STABLE.."SAGE ADVISED . AFTER DRINKING THE WATER THE SAGE ORDERED TO THE BOY TO SIT BESIDE..THE BOY FELT FEAR . "I AM TOO DIRTY TO SIT ON YOUR SIDE ..I AM A TRASH PICKER..I AM UNTOUCHABLE..YOU WILL CURSE ME IF I SAT NEAR TO YOU.."THE TRASH PICKER EXPRESSED HIS EXTREME FEARS.EVEN NOW THE SAGE WAS SITTING BEING WITH OUT OPENING HIS EYES. "WHO SAID YOU ARE TOO DIRTY AND POOR AND UNTOUCHABLE..YOU ARE A TRASH PICKING CROREPATI (MILLIONAIRE)..." THE SAGE PROCLAIMED . HEARING IT THE BOY BEGAN TO RUN FAST. HE WAS SCARRED . HE WAS SHOCKED. HE THOUGHT THAT THE SAGE IS NOT A SAGE BUT A MAD MAN WHO COULD BE A KILLER.THE BOY FINALLY TIRED AND FAINTED OVER A HEAP OF STINKING GARBAGE, AND THERE HE SLEPT FOR A WHILE . BUT THE KILLING HEAT WAKED HIM UP. HE RUBBED HIS EYES. HE FELT IT WAS MID-SUMMER DAY NIGHTMARE. HE WAS TRYING TO STAND UP BUT FALL DOWN ON THE WASTE HEAP . THIS TIME HE FELL ON HIS FACE DOWN ON A GARBAGE SACK .HE POKED AT THE DIRTY BUNDLE . HE OPEN IT.
IT WAS PACKED CURRENCY NOTES . HE COULD NOT BELIEVE HIS EYES. HE TOOK THE DIRTY BAG TO HIS DIRTIEST BURROW AND SHUT THE SMALL DOOR WITH A TIN SHEET. THEN HE CHECKED THE NOTES. HE FOUND IT GENUINE. HE RAN BACK TO THE SAGE BUT THE SAGE WAS NOT THERE. WHEN HE START TO WALK BACK HE HEARD VOICE"DO YOUR DUTY... WHAT EVER IT BE..NO SHAME ..NO WORRY..THIS MONEY IS MY DONATION TO YOU.. BECAUSE YOU HAVE A HEART OF A CLEAN MILLIONAIRE ..YOU ARE A TRASH-MILLIONAIRE..KEEP YOUR MONEY VERY VERY SAFE BECAUSE MONEY IS THE VISIBLE GOD OF MAN" THE HEAVENLY VOICE VANISHED.
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