Imagine these beggar folk respond instantly to the ring of that bell at Sani Mandir, Police Bazaar. They crowd to get prasad and milk or bread. Once I saw an old fat Marwari man throw bread packets to them, for he was in holiday spirit, and the Khasi shoppers looked on only with slight affectation cause there wasn’t a Khasi snatching hand holding up for Dkhar bread. Not in their minds anyway.
It might shock you or insult you to hear me call them dogs. But don’t be. You’re one too and so are we all. It’s just that our bells are inaudible, dog whistles. Let’s respond quickly to law or sermon. Hop to it, skip to that beat. Don’t be insulted.