A Simple Snack, A Deep Lesson: Recognizing Our Privileges

On a pleasant Sunday evening, I was savoring Panipuri with a friend at a roadside stall. The spiciness of the ‘Paani’ had both my eyes and mouth watering, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. I even asked the vendor for another plate. As I indulged in the crispy panipuris, I noticed a man walk up to the stall with his wife and three daughters. At first, I thought they were there for some snacks as well, but they stood across the road, while only two of the daughters approached the vendor with excitement. I assumed the parents weren’t interested in having any. The older of the two daughters asked the vendor the price of Panipuri, and he replied, “Rs. 40 per plate.” In an instant, their excitement faded, replaced by polite smiles, and they returned to their father. Even though I was across the road, I could overhear their conversation. The father, shaking his head, said, “It’s too expensive,” and firmly declined. They all walked away, empty-handed. Although the thought of helping crossed my...