A few days ago, while crossing the bridge that connects two parts of our city, I saw a very old mother. She had a bent back and, from a little distance, I could see that she stood bent over on the footpath with a bag at her feet. Streams of people and cars went their way, taking no notice of her. We know there isn’t anything new or strange about it. That’s how all cities are.
She was so exhausted that she couldn’t move any further, let alone carry the bag. I walked up to her, lifted the bag and asked her where she was going. Her words were so feeble that it was difficult to understand what she was saying. Somehow I could make out that she was to catch an auto from a nearby station that was at the end of the bridge. As I gave her my hand, she held it so tight as if she knew me for long and wouldn’t let me go. It just felt good that she held my hand so tight. I don’t know why. I walked her to the station and got an auto for her. As I left the place, I felt this happy feeling that I wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.
Takeaway
Once you’re willing and mindful, you see what goes unnoticed.
~ Chhutan Dey