It was a fine Saturday morning; I was leaving for office when I heard a knock at my gate. My dog started barking, and I rushed outside to see who it was. I saw a man with torn clothes and feet bleeding from walking barefoot for too long. He was dragging himself and seemed to have stumbled upon the gate. I was wondering what I could do to help him ease his pain.
My mom and I gave him a tube of Soframycin(an antibiotic ointment) for his wounds and offered him water and a pair of shoes. A few years ago, my grandfather had passed away. I had kept two of his shirts with me as reminders of him. I decided to give those two shirts to that man. The man accepted them with a gentle smile, and we decided to drop him off at his place. From that moment onwards, every once in a while, the man visits us wearing my grandfather’s shirt. We generally offer him groceries such as pulses and grains. I can’t help but be grateful that I had kept those shirts. Maybe it was all meant to be this way. Those shirts had belonged to him all along.
Letting go helps to heal.