Some coins and a flicker of hope

parul-photo“Get away from my kiosk!!”, yelled the shop keeper to the dirty, smelly homeless man who had stopped in front of his kiosk that sold coffee and bagels with fresh cream cheese (or so he boasted). Located on 5th Avenue and 42’nd street, in front of Bryant park his clientele included bankers, the corporate movers and shakers and editors of the big name fashion magazines that were sold all over the country.

The homeless man moved near the trash can that had been placed conveniently on the side of the kiosk. He waited patiently only to jump to attention the moment he spotted Daniel turning the corner of the street. Daniel was the chief editor of a fashion magazine, the office of which was located a block away and always got his breakfast fix at this kiosk. He usually handed over a $5 note to the shopkeeper and received about 70 cents in change. The change was always in the form of dimes, 10 cent coins and he got 7 of them every morning.. As he walked away with his coffee and bagels, he tossed the dimes into the trash. Initially he had shocked the shopkeeper with this action but Daniel’s reasoning was  he didn’t like dimes! They made his wallet heavy and it was not like he needed those dimes for anything….

The moment Daniel disappeared, the homeless man shamelessly dug into the trash and collected the coins. He smiled through his dirty teeth at the shop keeper as he collected his booty. He had managed to save about $14 this entire month thanks to Daniel alone. If he kept at this and checked out the trash  around Manhattan and also collect the quarters and dimes that he found on the streets, he could save enough to buy some pencils and papers to start making a living by sketching the profiles of the many tourists who visited New York. And if he worked hard at it, he could soon put this nomadic way of life behind him. A warm fire started within him – a hope had been lit.

Image Courtesy: Write Tribe
Image Courtesy: Write Tribe

#MondayMusing – When I hear people say, Money is not everything I always want to respond by asking “Is it”? I think it depends on which side of the table the money is present and the middle is always dicey! What say?

Also linking this post to the picture prompt from Wordy Wednesday at Blog-A-Rhythm.

On a side note, the inspiration for this was based on my days spent walking through the streets of New York. As a new visitor to the United States, I found it hard to imagine that there were homeless people out on the streets scrounging trash bins and dumpsters to find something to eat or wear. They had no roofs over their heads – it bothered me as to how they fared through the long  and cold winters. A country which was a super power of the modern world, had a big problem which it was trying to address….it was no different from I came from. The idea of Daniel was inspired from the television show Ugly Betty where the one of main characters named Daniel actually throws his dimes into the trash because he hates the coppery looking coins!

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