It was a drizzling night. Volunteers and I were walking streets to streets to distribute food to the homeless. The total amount of homeless we have engaged was way more than that 20 people. To most of us, trishaw is a source of economy, but to the homeless, it means a home to them at night. They carefully park their trishaw under some pavilions just so that they don’t get poured by the rain at night. Some of them sleep above the chicken cages in the market with a few card boards as beds. The smell of the chickens was nothing to them compared to living elsewhere roofless. We reached out to them mostly in their sleep. The way they greeted us, was not by extending their hands to reach out for our food, but instead, they sit themselves upright and greeted us with a smile. That smiles they gave was not only as an appreciation for our kindness act, but it’s also relieve sign that they do not have put themselves to sleep in starvation. For every homeless we’ve engaged, they waved and watched as we leave. A small act from us in turns created a source of happiness to them.

Feed hunger and you feed hope.