Micro Tales #13
Stolen Money Well Spent
When I was a child, I stole 20 rupees from my grandmother to buy candy. I kept that money safe with me and waited for an appropriate opportunity to use it. The next day, a strange old lady with scary scars came to my house asking for help.
Everyone was quite skeptical and refused to help her since the news of scams had flooded the newspapers. Even though I was terrified of her face, I felt sorry for her and decided to help her out.
I ran to my room and picked that money. At present, one may call it a Lilliputian amount; it wasn’t at that time.
I searched for her in my neighborhood and somehow managed to find her. The moment I saw her face, my heart started throbbing. I was so scared. It was the first time I saw such a scar. Her upper lip was absent; it was such a horrendous situation. I raised my hand to give the money. she was beseeching me with her eyes, asking for help. She took the money with alacrity, hugged me, and kissed my forehead. I smiled at her with mixed emotions.
Good deeds always bring great satisfaction to my heart. Every human in this world has his/her own ‘Paap&punya,’ but altruism makes us realize this life’s actual purpose. The happiness and tranquillity one feels after serving the needy is transcendent.