We crushed the cigarette with our shoes and left for the temple gates. I could overhear the woman say that,“these young men will burn more than a rupee for their bad habit, but will never give a rupee to a hungry person.”I left the place nonchalantly. However, during the darshan , her remarks resounded in my ears. I began wondering if there was some truth to what she had said. On our return, I found the old woman standing near a shop. I beckoned to her and she came promptly. I asked her who would give her lunch for a rupee. She replied, “At an alms house. It's virtually free, but they have stipulated this token amount for each meal. We have to deposit the amount before lunch.” I gave her two rupees . Before accepting the money, she promptly took my hand in her own and embraced me in her emaciated arms with love and affection, ran her fingers through my hair and prayed to the Almighty for my prosperity. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks. I had never witnessed such heartfelt blessings and could never have believed that two rupees could reflect such unbounded joy in a person's eyes.
About an hour later, as we were returning to the hotel after lunch, we found the old woman having her lunch sitting on a stone under the shade of a tree. A little girl in a dirty, torn dress sat beside her, who she was also feeding. I went up to her and asked, “Amma, who is that girl?” She replied, “Sir, this poor girl is new in the city and yet to learn how to beg a rupee from the tourists. She couldn't arrange a rupee today. So, I have brought lunch for her out of the money you gave for dinner. Don’t worry, God will arrange for my dinner.” I was astonished at her generosity and could not utter a single word. It was a true lesson. The woman who was not sure whether she would be able to arrange a rupee for her dinner did not hesitate to feed a hungry girl. Her remarks were correct and the proof of how the cost of two cigarettes could feed two hungry people was before me.
For the last time, I tossed the half-burnt cigarette and crushed it under my shoes. I got the strength to quit the habit at that moment.
No ‘statutory warning’ on the cigarette packet could teach me the lesson that the beggar woman did that day.