Yesterday I came to see my mother from my in-laws place. While getting down from the town bus in steps my purse(with some valuable items) was pickpocketted in a sec. I have been traveling long distances alone, sometimes even at midnight. I was always proud telling my friends and relatives that no ill-fate touched me so far. But this incident shook my pride. br br I wondered at the pickpocket’s skill. During the prayer time my mind prayed for himher too. I understood no one can be totally free from the evils of the world in which one lives. br That day I took Sri Ramana’s life history book and read the episode of showering the grace on a thief who did harm to Mahrishi.