I rushed across and started putting such handful of coins into the tin which he held out to me that it almost fell from his hand with the weight. 'I am only a beggar, young sir, don't put stones into my bowl'. 'These are not stones but coins. Count them if you wish'. I said. He sat and counted and then recounted sorting out the coins on that tattered cloth. He just could not believe it. He went on counting and feeling the coins. It made me so sad. I ran home in tears.

An incident which he often narrated which profoundly affected him, page=4 - Baba Amte: A Vision of New India