It's strange...

It was strange; I was still thinking about him? It had been three days since I met the man, but still his thoughts were fresh in my mind. Who was he...(of course I knew that he was a beggar!). He was starving on the road-side, I was passing by in my air-conditioned car. What could I do? It was a signal... it wasn't possible to get down and give him some money...or was it? How would I know; I never did that before.
"What about you?" My friends didn't answer; one of them smiled.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
"You are crazy. Why are you still thinking about him?" She looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't answer her. I kept thinking about it for several days later on; until the day when i passed by that street again. He was right there, surrounded by passers-by. I tried to look through the crowd but it was almost impossible. I asked my driver to park the car and gave him a rupees fifty note to buy food for the man. The driver returned after twenty minutes.
"What happened?" I asked seeing the food packets in his hands.
"Sorry Madam, but the beggar has died. The people around him are wondering where to throw his body. Some of them have informed the Municipal corporation."
I sat in my air-conditioned car without knowing what to do or say... and he died teaching me a lesson. I realized that life is strange and my meeting with that beggar man was planned. Now I realized why I was so bothered about that man earlier...he was sent for a purpose-I can call him an angel, can't I?

I keep calling 'them' angels now; I don't get time to do much for them but I try. And now I know that life is too short to think so I only act...

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