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 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 shatters with an older woman sitting outside. She was frail and asked who is it, following my footsteps. I said I came by this way, found Rs.50 on the road so wanted to handover to her.
She began crying on hearing this. She said: “My dear I have had at least 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 and write.”
I said: “It’s OK amma. You keep it.”
But she requested me to tear that note off on my way back. I walked back with a million thoughts as to who could have written that note?
She would have asked everyone to tear that note but nobody did. I mentally thanked that person and realized 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 and asked: “Bro, can you help me with this address? I found a Rs.50 note, want to handover it.”
“Humanity continues to be alive”