Something that touched my heart:
On my way I found a piece of paper tied to an electric pole, with a small note on it. I was curious to know what was written, hence I went closer and read it.
“I lost Rs. 50 somewhere on the road. If any of you find it, please give it to me at this address. My vision isn’t great, so please help”
I was urged to follow that address and found an old hut in tatters with an old woman sitting outside. She was frail and asked who it was after hearing my footsteps.
I told her that “I found Rs. 50 on the road and so wanted to handover to you”.
She began crying on hearing this. She said “my dear I have had atleast 30-40 people come over and give me Rs. 50 saying they found it on the road. I did not write that note, I cannot even see properly nor do I know to read & write”
I said it’s OK amma, you keep it. She asked me to tear that note off on my way back.
I walked back with a million thoughts as to who could’ve written that note? She would have asked everyone to tear that note but none did, I mentally thanked that person and realised that we just have to feel the need to help, there are so many ways to do it. He/she just wanted to help this old woman who lives alone….
Someone stopped me n asked, “Bro, can you help me with this address? I found a 50 rupee note, want to handover” 🙂
#Humanity continues to be alive
Monsoon Madness – Travelling by train in India opens you out of a vista of rain-washed, chequered fields and people toiling within…
The rains bring a new lease of life and happiness to the vast majority of the population who rejoice in the rebirth of the parched earth… As Gibran says’
The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.
It was on one such memorable journey from Danapur to Varanasi, that I spied these women returning to the fields after lunch…..