India, May 18 -- Whether in moments of quiet charity at a traffic light or in the grand choices that define our paths, karma watches, records, and returns - all with unerring precision

It was a quiet Saturday morning as I travelled from my office to Central Delhi. The streets were just waking up, and the city felt softer, almost vulnerable, in that early hour. Our car halted at a red light, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a beggar standing by the roadside, his hand outstretched. Without thinking, I instinctively began rummaging through my bag, searching for some loose change. The light was about to turn green, and in that moment of quiet panic - hurrying to give him something before we sped off - I handed over the coins I coul...