The author was going from New Delhi to Barely in a train. His train stopped at almost every station. He saw platforms
packed with people. He enjoyed the sights of the rivers, the jungles and villages that came in the way. At one station a group of young
refugee children gathered around the author. They were selling hand woven reed
basket. These were the refugee children who had been forced to sell basket in order to take some money home. About ninety lakh people had left Pakistan and all their belongings to start a new life in India.
The author had bought many baskets from the refugee children. Then he saw a nine year old girl trying to sell her basket. She pleaded with tears in her eyes. As the author had already bought many baskets he didn’t want to bye anymore so he put some coins in her basket in a way of charity. But the girl could not tolerate it. Though she was poor she was not a beggar. She quickly returned the money to the author. So the author had to buy the basket. This little act of the girl churned the soul of the author.