Thursday, 2 June 2016

Harmony of giving

Once on a Sunday shiny morning, a lady with her little girl around 6 years old boarded the bus. It was her Sunday routine schedule to drop her daughter for the coaching institute. She was late today, lest she could hardly find any seat. On seeing her worried, a gentle old man offered her seat as he was alone on a double seat. The man was neatly dressed and seemed at the age of retirement. The face was bright with the expression of jovial nature. He welcomed them with a juvenile smile on his bright face. The lady with usual mode of expression responded and the baby with innocent childish smiled. The man looked for a chocolate in his polythene bag that he carried with him. While searching for it, he pulled out a bunch of white flowers,put it aside, and looked for the chocolate. She asked for the flowers.Her mother reprimanded and positioned her to sit silently. But the man with pleasure handed over the bunch of white flowers to the baby. The lady embarrassed howsoever, thanked the man. Meanwhile, the man stood up as the bus reached to his stop. He disembarked the bus and the lady got engaged talking with her baby. On the next Sunday also coincidentally, the lady found the same man with a bunch of flowers.This time also the baby smiled at the man and asked for the bunch of flowers. The man with the same cheerful expression gave it to her. By and large, it became a friendly relation between the old man and the little baby. Every Sunday the baby smiled and the man gave her the bunch of flowers. It happened approximately for one month. One Sunday the old gentle man couldn't find the baby with the lady. He anxiously asked the lady about the baby. She told him that the baby had gone with her dad, she was on her usual trip for shopping this day. She observed the same cheerful expressions on the face of the man. The man was precisely observing the bunch of the flowers this time. The bus stopped at his stop. The man got down and walked towards his route. As the bus slowly moved, the lady tried to see what place this man happened to visit every Sunday. And when she looked for him from the dusty window of the bus, she saw the old man entering into the graveyard.