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Yesterday, during dinner in a restaurant ( not so big ) which is having a specialty of making a yummmmmy dal tarka....which i think max people want to eat whosoever have tasted it…obviously...
there came one beggar, who was asking roti from everybody who were coming to the restaurant. From his face he was really looking hungry but none of us helped him. Suddenly a car came and stopped there with windows down and a lady ordered something while sitting in the car only..............once i thought, how can people be like that….they cant even come out of car....but when i finished my meal i saw same lady out of her car (inside the restaurant) waiting for the take-away meal.....and to my surprise, the meal she was waiting for was for the beggar......she took the thali and gave it to him......
may be, most of us would have seen it so many times, but for me….it was the first time... which touched me deep into my heart ( delhiwale have got dil…i thought )...
i think at least once, whatever money we spend, we can serve these needy fellow (not with money but with food)....doing this will really give a satisfaction in our heart…

Comments

Prashant Das said…

I beleive, I agree completely to what ever you have said... very touching!!

12:10 AM

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