Those days i was preparing for MBA. I had to go postoffice often for submitting different forms on time. That day was also like a normal day for me. I went to postoffice and was doing my work. I heard some noise, i turned and tried to find the reason but i didnt want to involve in that, so i turned back and tried to complete my work as soon it could be. suddenly a helpless voice came to me with the words," betiya mera ek kaam kar do gi" I turned and saw, A poor oldman wearing dirty dhoti kurta was standing near by me having a pen and paper with him. I didint answer to his question, I was staring at him. He repeated the same sentence, his voice was full ohe of pain and was looking for my affirmative response. I smiled and asked for his problem, he told that he has to send money order to his wife, she is in village, but he is illiterate and dont know how to fill the form. I just took his pen and fill the form. He saw me and gave blessings to me. He asked all the persons present in the postoffice at that time but no one helped him. He requested me not to go anywhere before completing his work, I smiled and stood there and also as one of my friend has some work left over there, so i was waiting. He came to me and offered
Rs. 10 for filling his form. I was surprised and refused the money. After that we came out from the postoffice. we saw him standing with a rikshaw and was waiting for us to drop to our place and for this he didnt need money.
It has been passed almost a year of this incident, but still I remember that day as it happened yesterday. I still remember that oldman with his voice...........
Rs. 10 for filling his form. I was surprised and refused the money. After that we came out from the postoffice. we saw him standing with a rikshaw and was waiting for us to drop to our place and for this he didnt need money.
It has been passed almost a year of this incident, but still I remember that day as it happened yesterday. I still remember that oldman with his voice...........
