30/12/2023
Where is God....? *
I was unemployed for many days, the price of each rupee was like millions, I was in this upset that I would get a job somewhere. Had an interview today, but only ten rupees in the pocket to go to another city. I needed at least two hundred bucks. Wash your one and only interview clothes at night, dressed the neighbor's press, pressed the fat file of your abilities and ate two biscuits. Just reached the stand hoping that I could find someone identified with help to reach the interview.
No one showed up even after standing for a long time. There was anxiety and desperation in my mind, what to do now how will I reach? Went to the nearby temple, was sitting on the stairs after visiting. There was a fakir sitting beside me, his bowl had more money than my pocket and bank account. Understood my eyes and circumstances and said, "Do you need some help? "I said with a fake smile, "What will you help? "*
"Keep all my money if you want. " He spoke with a smile. I was shocked! How does he know my need?
I said "why"?
"Maybe you need" he seriously spoke. If yes, but what about you, you earn by asking all day? "I said with her side.
He said smilingly, "I don't ask sir! People put in my bowl to earn good deeds. I am a beggar, I have no fascination for them. I just feel hungry, that too one time. And a few more medicines. Enough! I myself put all this money in the temple box. "He was comfortable saying. I asked the surprise, "then why do you sit here..? He was smiling while saying "help the needy".
I kept looking at her face. He put two hundred rupees on my hand and said, "Return it whenever you can." "I reached my destination from there thanking him. I got interviewed, and so did the selection. I returned happy happy, thought to thank that fakir.
I reached the temple, there was crowd on the stairs outside, I entered inside, I saw the same beggar was dead. I was left in shock! I asked others how did this happen?
Turns out, he was upset with a disease. Was only alive on medicines. Today she didn't have medicines nor money to buy them. I was awaxa watching that beggar. He gave me the money of his medicines on which his life was responsible. Those money made my life. Someone from the crowd abused and said, it is good that this beggar also died .... There are burdens, no use.
Got my eyes boxed!
*Where was that beggar, he was God for me*. The angel of virtue. Mine
Goddess! *Who is God? Where are you? * * Who has seen it ? Enough ! It's * * the way you get. *
*Hey! My Lord, millions of salute to you..!! *🙏❣️