I found that the beggar’s hands were caressing my legs. I ignored it thinking that i might be a coincident and tried to sleep again. But the beggar didn’t stop. Next when i woke up his hand was on my waist.

His cold hand pinched like needle to me. He was not making any movement and just rested his hand on my bare waist under my shirt. I was disgusted about this but said nothing as i was feared that he might snatch his blanket if i will say something to him.