My office was collecting Rs. 300/- from each person towards charity for a palliative care organisation. As a token of appreciation, the organisation gave each contributor carrot cake, especially at Christmas time.
I got cake, and as I was leaving the office, I asked the contingency staff, “Did you get the cake?”
He said, “Not yet; let me see If I get it.” I knew he would not because the cake was for people who had contributed. He was just an impoverished contingency worker. So I gave him my cake.
He told me to please give it to my family. I smiled and said to him that I didn’t eat cake. He should take it home for his kids. I had a strong notion that we all are family, maybe consciously or unconsciously. He thanked me, and I felt that the cake was destined for him and that I was not the giver.
I am not the giver, it is just that I have something that belongs to someone more needy.
~ Vikas Kumar