The day I lost my bread

Still remember that day when I with my friends went to the small tea house at the corner of our office. Oh what wonderful days those were... How can one forget that early summer morning of march with cool breeze bringing in the smell of flowers on the mango tree and palash making the tree look red and far somewhere koel singing... mesmerizing.....:-) isnt it. Still remember that day when I with my friends went to the small tea house at the corner of our office. Oh what wonderful days those were... How can one forget that early summer morning of march with cool breeze bringing in the smell of flowers on the mango tree and palash making the tree look red and far somewhere koel singing... mesmerizing.....:-) isnt it. And there on our favourite table by the corner sitting are we four friends sipping in the fabulous tea and having hot garlic bread along with our famous adda... oh those days. Suddenly I just turned my face and saw an old man , poor old man staring at us with those hungry eyes... I looked and turned away, a common scenario which one finds on every Indian street... An old man or a young boy or maybe a little girl standing and watching you. But something was there which made me turn and look again. The man was still standing there with moist eyes... maybe he remembered something or someone or maybe he is just hungry and empethising his life. There was a small smile on the corner of his lips cracked and dry with dust ..... or may be it was just me who was imagining. Something pulled me up and told me to do... but what? I can't go and speak with him ... mind said, how could I, may be I can go and give him some rupees .. will that make him happy. Then suddenly I did something which even today when I remember I feel good of myself. I just went to that old man called him and let him to a table . Made him sit there and ordered for a cup of tea and a platter of bread.. Since no more bread was there in the shop, I brought mine and gave it to him. He just sat there for few minutes... staring at the food. Then said in a very low voice" aisa kabhi nahi hua","never happened like that before", drank the tea silently and took the bread with him. While leaving I can see a smile on his lips and this time for sure it was not my imagination. That was the day when I lost my bread but got something much more than that..... That was the day when I gave a human being the respect, a moment which he craved for life long. Which he would remember till his death. Today, its been long but still am sue there is someone in a corner of this world who remembers me with every bite of food he takes and blesses me.... What else one can ask for but someone who will always ask good for you.... Never knew loosing something can bring you so much in return....:-)

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