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THE WAVING HAND
A man who would roughly be of 50 years of age, passing by the way back to home. It was September. The weather was neither too hot nor too cold but there was a feeling that winter is moving forward to touch the days in a strange way.
At the main road, at the edge of the University of Hampshire, a young boy who seemed to be in his teens with decent dressing was waving his hand.
"Sir! ....... I wanna go to my hostel in the Lavigne Street at Satellite Town, will you drop me there?" he said in somehow shameful or shy tone.
The man stopped the motorbike, he did not passed away like everyone because he was different, he was choosed by the strange power to make the boy reach his destination and that strange power turned on his ego in a way that he was not able to say a 'no' or pass away like he had heard nothing.
"Well! Well! Chap, take your seat, I am already late so I am in a little hurry", the man said in a pretty deep voice.
With the sounds of horns, some hawkers moving around the corner roads trying to sell their goods, busy people in the busy streets and busy roads in the busy cities but he was all alone here (The boy)
In a few minutes, the man said, hey that's my street so I would have to go my way from here on. The boy looked quite disappointed. He looked at the man with the dead eyes as he (The man) had brought his death summons.
The man had lots of experience after years of hardships and sleepless nights and days because at some stage, he had been the same as the boy so he asked what he knew, what he knew before the boy, he knew something more about the boy, he knew the boy more than the boy was able to figure about himself at this stage in life.
"Hey! Why you didn't took a ride from the pick-up point, why.... he asked something he (The man) already knew"
"I don't have any money in my pocket or why would I ever beg to those who don't even care about their ego's", hmm...... the boy said feeling a pain of embarassemnt but the man was able to observe what we can't observe in many situations around us.
He took out some 20 dollars, put them in the hands of the young boy in such a way that the boy did not felt like being under covers of mercy. The eyes of the teen that had been dead throughout the journey suddenly begin to shine more than the stars that were wandering in the sky, that night.
Those 20 dollars were meant a lot to the boy and to the man, his smile was meant far more than those pieces of paper. The man felt his heart full of lights in the dark taking a look at the boy's smile. He had brightened someone's day just with a little help, with a little effort, just with a loss of 20 dollars, he bought happiness for himself, the happiness that can't be afforded even with millions, it just arrives with a kind heart that smiles turning the dark nights bright like a lost star.
Be a light, that passes by the streets, homes and people in the dark nights when there's no one too keep a look at those helpless creatures around, be a hidden guardian.
It were not the 20 dollars that made the boy happy, it was the soothing love of the man without any expectations towards the boy that made him smile.
It were not 20 dollars, it were not! All it was the light; his heart felt, fading in the soul in the smiles of the world around.
© lostsoul
At the main road, at the edge of the University of Hampshire, a young boy who seemed to be in his teens with decent dressing was waving his hand.
"Sir! ....... I wanna go to my hostel in the Lavigne Street at Satellite Town, will you drop me there?" he said in somehow shameful or shy tone.
The man stopped the motorbike, he did not passed away like everyone because he was different, he was choosed by the strange power to make the boy reach his destination and that strange power turned on his ego in a way that he was not able to say a 'no' or pass away like he had heard nothing.
"Well! Well! Chap, take your seat, I am already late so I am in a little hurry", the man said in a pretty deep voice.
With the sounds of horns, some hawkers moving around the corner roads trying to sell their goods, busy people in the busy streets and busy roads in the busy cities but he was all alone here (The boy)
In a few minutes, the man said, hey that's my street so I would have to go my way from here on. The boy looked quite disappointed. He looked at the man with the dead eyes as he (The man) had brought his death summons.
The man had lots of experience after years of hardships and sleepless nights and days because at some stage, he had been the same as the boy so he asked what he knew, what he knew before the boy, he knew something more about the boy, he knew the boy more than the boy was able to figure about himself at this stage in life.
"Hey! Why you didn't took a ride from the pick-up point, why.... he asked something he (The man) already knew"
"I don't have any money in my pocket or why would I ever beg to those who don't even care about their ego's", hmm...... the boy said feeling a pain of embarassemnt but the man was able to observe what we can't observe in many situations around us.
He took out some 20 dollars, put them in the hands of the young boy in such a way that the boy did not felt like being under covers of mercy. The eyes of the teen that had been dead throughout the journey suddenly begin to shine more than the stars that were wandering in the sky, that night.
Those 20 dollars were meant a lot to the boy and to the man, his smile was meant far more than those pieces of paper. The man felt his heart full of lights in the dark taking a look at the boy's smile. He had brightened someone's day just with a little help, with a little effort, just with a loss of 20 dollars, he bought happiness for himself, the happiness that can't be afforded even with millions, it just arrives with a kind heart that smiles turning the dark nights bright like a lost star.
Be a light, that passes by the streets, homes and people in the dark nights when there's no one too keep a look at those helpless creatures around, be a hidden guardian.
It were not the 20 dollars that made the boy happy, it was the soothing love of the man without any expectations towards the boy that made him smile.
It were not 20 dollars, it were not! All it was the light; his heart felt, fading in the soul in the smiles of the world around.
© lostsoul
