I was in Haridwar‑Rishikesh yesterday and met an old baba, about 60‑70 years old, feeding monkeys by the river.
We chatted a bit and he shared something simple yet deep. He said he has no family now, and this is his seva. Every day, whatever travelers give him – usually ₹100‑200 – he uses it to feed the monkeys.
It was a tiny moment, but it stayed with me.
Some people build their lives around money, some around family, some around service, and some just keep going quietly with whatever they have.
That man felt like one of those people.
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Some moments don't feel huge when they happen, but they linger with you anyway.
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Did you get fed too?
He shouldn't; monkeys can be quite dangerous.
No one will promote a person like him.
They'll push a 'Bhandara kara do' type instead.
Where exactly is this in Rishikesh? I'm planning to visit later this year.