When Rammohan was in Calcutta, he used
to go for walks all alone at night. He wished to find out for himself the difficulties of
the poor.
It was very cold in a slum. Mosquitoes swarmed. People were sweating profusely. There
was stinking smell from the dirt all around. Dirty water was flowing near by. The laborers
were returning home after the days work.
A man was following them.
"Brothers!" he said.
The laborers turned back in wonder.
"How many people live here?" he continued. The wonder of the laborers
increased.
Who was this man? Why had he come there? "How much do you work in the days"
How many families are here?" So question followed question.
The laborers said, "Why does he want to know all these things? He may be mad. He
may be an idle fool." They said to Rammohun, "Have we nothing else to do? Let us
go home."
Rammohan bore their mockery and contempt. He followed them. He found out much about
their way of life.