Several times I have encountered homeless people – men, women and kids on roads. They walk up to me and look straight into my eyes. Everytime that happens, my heart starts to race and a conflict starts withing me. They say in several ways, but their eyes say the same thing – I am a fellow being and not doing well and am not as lucky as you. My mind and heart start to battle between helping and denial that this can also happen.
Living in Delhi for my entire life, I have learned to keep away from people. It is common to be asked for money and them scammed out of valuables from your car or be mugged. Like many people eventually I have been able to stop paying attention to all this solicitation. It took me a while, but now I am able to not pay any attention and just do whatever I am doing. At times, I barely hear them. It is like a construction noise you hear for months on end from a neighbor’s house being re-built.
Once that happens, and the person realizes that I am not going to care, they turn their attention to the next car/person and I am once again invisible. I just wish I was able to help these people. And, I am still searching for answers. I do try to reply by associating myself with some charitable institutes and help kids and/or women. However, every time I see a homeless people I just with there was a way to help them – maybe I just have not found it yet.