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‘Amma, you know Anand Sharma. He came
              to our house once. He is a bright boy. I am
              confident that he will do very well in his final
              examination. He is also confident about it. He
              wants to study further.’


              She stopped. By this time, I had found the old
              question papers I had been looking for, but not
              the syllabus. My search was on. Akshata stood
              facing me and continued, ‘Amma, he wants to
              study at St Stephens in Delhi. He does not have
              anybody. He is poor. It is an expensive place.

              What should he do? Who will support him? I
              am worried.’

              It was getting late for my meeting so casually I
              remarked, ‘Akshata, why don’t you support him?’

              ‘Amma, where do I have the money to support a boy in a Delhi hostel?’

              My search was still on.

              ‘You can forfeit your birthday party and save money and
              sponsor him.’

              At home, even now both our children do not get pocket money.                      Why didn’t   Just a Minute!

              Whenever they want to buy anything they ask me and I give the                     Akshata save and
                                                                                                sponsor Anand?
              money. We don’t have big birthday parties. Akshata’s birthday
              party would mean calling a few of her friends to the house and
              ordering food from the nearby fast food joint Shanthi Sagar.

              ‘Amma, when an educated person like you, well-travelled, well-read and without love
              for money does not help poor people, then don’t expect anyone else to do. Is it not your

              duty to give back to those unfortunate people? What are you looking for in life? Are
              you looking for glamour or fame? You are the daughter of a doctor, granddaughter of a
              schoolteacher and come from a distinguished teaching family. If you cannot help poor
              people, then don’t expect anyone else to do it.’

              Her words made me abandon my search. I turned around and looked at my daughter. I
              saw a young sensitive girl pleading for the future of a poor blind boy. Or was she someone

              reminding me of my duty towards society? I had received so much from that society and
              country but in what way was I returning it? For a minute I was
              frozen. Then I realized I was holding the syllabus I was looking              forfeit: (here) to give up
                                                                                            sponsor: to pay for
              for in my hand and it was getting late for the meeting.                       someone to do something
                                                                                            distinguished: respected

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