Lucky Charm…

Some called him beggar while some called him mental case, but he never cared to bother. May be because he was either not in his senses or was rather saint like to not bother about it. What mattered to him was he was getting fed.

He would roam around on the streets with no specific aim as to where he wants to go, he would just walk. Kids would be curious as to where his home was, where his mother was, why his cloths are not clean and in one piece – you know, kiddo questions. From morning six to the time when shops, restaurants would open, he would just roam – pointlessly. But the scene would change once it’s time to start the business.

Early morning one tea stall would come to life in some corner of some road. If the tea stall owner is lucky, he would see this “Tiger” (as they all used to call him) passing by his stall. He would promptly offer a cup of tea to Tiger, free of cost. Tiger doesn’t eat or drink anything that has a price tag, he can’t afford to. But if someone offers him something free of cost, he would just grin at the person, accept it and move on. The giving-to-Tiger wasn’t an act of philanthropy, it was rather selfish act. The tea stall owner would be happy because feeding Tiger meant the business would soar like anything. That’s how it was.

At times he would ask (or shall I say beg) for food or a cup of tea and sometimes someone would willing give it to him. The people, who knew that giving to Tiger was like hitting a jackpot, never objected to him taking a biscuit from the pack or asking for a cup of tea or even a onetime meal. Rather there used to be a competition as to who all get to feed “Tiger”. Those who didn’t know the “benefits” of giving to Tiger would obviously object and pay the price as their business won’t earn much for them that day.

Some believed in Tiger being the lucky charm, some were skeptical of accepting it. But as far as Tiger was concerned, he lived a happy-go-lucky life. He used to smile irrespective of the person giving him food or not.

P.S. – This “Tiger” was a real person and belonged to my town. I (as in we kids) and our predecessors have seen him strolling on the road. This might sound like a story but is in actual a true story.

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