Walking along the road…. A shabby faced old man dressed in rags sitting on a footpath…… I looked at him…..was sad to see him like this……searched for my wallet…..and while searching…..a voice came……don’t….. I looked at his face….he was talking to me……
I am not here for begging people….. I am rich……don’t look at me…. look into my mirror…..how happy and rich I am……no one understands me….. I am sitting here for last 50 years……
No…I said…. you are telling lie……I had never changed my route…..I had never seen you before, sitting here….. he said but I saw you daily….. I was stunned….. And sat on the ground with him……
Old man grabbed my hand and said to close my eyes…… I did the same……. For a moment or two I was like somebody touching me all over my body……
A pat on my back made me to open my eyes….. There was no old man sitting there….. I looked here and there but no sign of old man……
A boy who patted me on my back said go to your home and you will see the change…this boy was also dressed like the old man.. I was really shocked how this boy knows what was going on…… I walked to my home feeling like someone has removed all the weight and burden with me, with my body……
I reached home and I was really surprised that the weight and burden of my wallet and cell phone has been removed by the old man……. I smiled and said how fool am I
And How Rich Was the Old Man
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