A destitute man was lying in front of my maid's house in a terrible condition. He was really sick, stinking of urine and flies feasting on him. He could not even open his eyes. We wanted to help him, though we did not know how. A single mother wanted to know if I knew of any free residential school where she could admit her ten-year-old son, because she had to work to earn her livelihood while there was no one to take care of her naughty son. One of my distant relatives was admitted to a hospital and the bills…
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