Today was a breezy weather and everywhere I looked , people were crowding the common market place. I was out today spending some alone time with my wife after closing my shop.I was exhausted but the thought of going out and enjoying today’s weather lit me up from inside.We were enjoying the beautiful night by driving my 10 years old favourite bike.It was nearing 11 pm when we were passing through a lane that my wife abruptly told me to slow down the bike. I was confused but I did slow down.I turned around to look at my wife but when I looked in the direction where her gaze was directed , I understood her decision.
Today was a cold night and I think I have reached my limit.I looked around myself to search for a safe and vague spot where people can not see me easily to sleep tonight. My sleep is not the kind of sleep where you will dream about fairies and flowers.It is the kind of sleep where you dream about dying from hyperthermia and gut wrenching hunger.Sometimes I can’t even figure out whether I am sleeping or dying . I fight for food every day but today was the worst day where I didn’t even get leftover scraps of vegetables and chapatis from the dump behind a local diner.I haven’t eaten anything and it is taking a toll on me . I found a place where I can spend the night till sunrise before the owner of the said place will wake up and kick me out and that is if I don’t die from hunger first . I don’t believe in god but today I am praying god to help me somehow-“hey bhagwan, iss bandey par daya kariye. ” ( please god , give some mercy to this man.)
There was a shadow lying outside someone’s house.On a closer look you can guess that a man was lying there.Not just a man but a very poor person who was wearing a very thin layer of tattered cloth.I started feeling very sad about the poor man’s condition.Suddenly I reached for my back pocket and took out my wallet. I took out a crisp note of 50 rupees and came closer towards the man . As if in a trance I touched his shoulder to wake him up. The man woke up and glanced up at me . I felt so much pity for him that my heart nearly broke by seeing his weak and ugly face. His eyes , they were telling me stories about the hardships and struggles he goes through daily to survive his life . I handed the money to the person and started to back out slowly when suddenly he started expressing his emotions towards me and my wife who was standing silently beside me all this time. I was startled by the intensity of gratefulness that was shining in his eyes. His eyes were becoming filled with tears and he joined his hands in namaste mudra(pose) in front of me as if I was the god. He was also murmuring his happy prayers to the god while doing namaste in all directions.My heart was filled with strange kind of happiness and I was feeling peace and settled at once as if I was here in this life for accomplishing this deed only. We slowly got out of there and I silently thanked my wife for making me stop there.
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