What do you do when a small child in tattered clothes and bruised hands comes up to you and asks you for a piece of chocolate that you have been admiring and eating for the past half hour?
What do you do when you see a woman clad in a piece of cloth lying on the pavement beside a post mailbox with a container in her hand - both empty in all respects?
What do you do when your mother stops you from buying corn from a hawker who has been trying to sell her goods for the last ten days?
What do you do when you see six street children playing cricket in the middle of the road with the leg of a chair and paper-wrapped stones?
What do you do when the washer man's child looks up at you and gleams as if mocking you for not being able to wash your own clothes - or thanking you for giving his father something to do?
What do you do when you see a bunch of men gambling on the road side pavement with two-rupee coins jingling in their pockets and thirty-rupee beer adorning their sides?
What do you do when the mango-seller outside your house brings you a mango and tells you that you can have it as a gift from him?
What do you do when a baul singer comes to your house and asks you for some food for the children in his ashram?
What will you do the day you realize that you could have been any of the individuals described above?