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Poverty

There's something like that.

It does exist, doesn't it?

 

Poverty, is earning less than ₹ 47 a day.

 

That's less than a dollar a day.

Who earns less than a dollar a day?

Beggars in Manhattan make more than that.

 

There is no poverty.

There's nothing like that.

 

Wait a minute: beggars in Manhattan?

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Written by
prabhu-iyer
Indian
Published
Aug 4, 2014
Lines·Words
9·54
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Easy to forget, living in our bubble: and God save people from  governments that fudge numbers to show it doesn't exist...

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