The ultimate example of humanity
Yesterday went to the market to buy fruit, and saw that a small board was hanging from the roof of a fruit pan, with thick letters written on it ...
"There is no one at home, my old mother is ill, I have to go home every once in a while to get them food, medicine and toilets, if you are in a hurry, weigh the fruits at your own will, the rates are written together.
Put the money under the cardboard on the corner, thanks !! "
If you do not have money, then take it from my side, permission is allowed .. !!
I looked here and there, weighed two kilos of apples to a dozen bananas, put them in a bag, saw the price from the price list, took out the money and picked up the cardboard, there were hundred and fifty and ten-ten notes, I too Put the money in it and cover it.
I picked up the bag and came to my flat, after having dinner, I came out from there, then saw a weak man, beard half black, half white, filthy kurta pajamas, he was about to settle down by pushing the street hawk, Seeing me smiled and said "Sir! The fruits are over."
When asked his name, he said: "Sitaram"
Then we sat at the front dhaba.
Tea came, he started saying, "For the last three years my mother is in bed, something crazy has happened and now she is also foster, I have no children, wife is dead, only I am and my mother..!!
There is no one to take care of mother, so I have to take care of mother all the time "...
One day, while pressing my mother's feet, she said softly, "..Mother !! I want a big brother to serve you, but the pocket is empty and you don't let me get out of the room, I say, you go You start to panic, you tell me what to do? "
Nor do I have any deposit ...
Hearing this, mother tried to get up gasping and trembling. I took the pillow, they raised the wrinkled face, raised their weak hands,
Mind again said the praise of Ram Ji ..
"You leave the street there, whatever your fate is, we will get it by sitting in this room."
I said, "Mother, what do you talk about, if I leave you there, a thief will take away everything, nowadays who is considerate? And who will come to buy the fruit without the owner?"
She started saying .. "After taking the name of Rama, after leaving the street full of fruits, come and go, don't do much chatter, bring an empty street in the evening, tell me if your money is gone!"
It has been two and a half years, brother! I come in the morning hawker ... I take it in the evening, people keep the money ..
..You carry the fruit, not even a single spear is down, but some are kept too much, sometimes one keeps flowers for the mother, sometimes something else !!
The day after, a baby girl made a casserole,
There was also a slip with "For Amma!"
A doctor left his card and wrote on the back,
'Call me if my mother is sick,
I will come, someone is kept dry, something is present with my right every day.
Neither does the mother allow me to move nor does my Ram leave anything missing, the mother says, my Ram sells your fruits to your angels.
In the end, all I would say is serve your mother and father, and see how the successes of the world kiss our footsteps….
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