While going to university, I saw an old lady at the gate of a government office on the highway. At first, I thought she was waiting there for somebody. But then, as I almost rode past the office on my motorcycle, I remembered that she had held out her hand for alms. I immediately parked my bike on the side of the road and walked back to her. I found out that she was blind and weak. I held her hands and asked if she sat there almost every day. She replied in the negative and said in a frail voice, “I come here occasionally. Sometimes at the beginning of the month, on salary days, expecting some help from the ‘babus’ (officers)inside. But they don’t let me enter. So I wait here at the gate.”
I observed that the employees going in and out of the gate took no notice of her. I helped her with whatever I had with me at that time and requested her to keep it safe. I bid her farewell and prayed for her health and well-being. I express my deep gratitude to this mother for accepting my help.
Thank you, Maa. May you be safe and healthy.
Nothing matches the happiness we experience from giving.
~ Chhutan Dey