Once upon a time I was gazing upon the window. I saw a blind man who was sitting near the old dilapidated building. The roads are always occupied with cars and buses. People are used to walk on the roads day and night. The road is always engaged. The old man looked pale and feeble. His forehead was fully covered by wrinkles. He was wearing a brown colour coat and it looks shabby. He was seating near the footpath. He had a tin, which is used to collect the alms. And a cardboard writtened as ” I’m blind please help “. In the street not all people have good heart. Some people out of humanity put some coins on their way. Some doesn’t even care about the old man. When once some one has thrown the coin to him, he can easily figure out the metalic sharp sound of a coin as “clink”. But he rarely gets money.But why ? Whether the people are thinking he is pretending? There I was perplexed why humans have no empathy on the old man? Meanwhile a lady who is wearing neat stiff ironed clothes with a heels. She was wearing black cooling glass looked at the blind man and went. After a few steps she returned back and see those words again. She took a black marker from her pocket and she took the cardboard in her hands and started to write something. The blind man able to figure out that someone is standing before him and writing something because he could ear the squeaky sound when marker and carboard meets. He touched the polished shining shoes before him. The lady wrote something and kept at the same place and went. As a spectator I couldnt understand what is happening. Then next moment he got plethora of coins. He could continuously hear the “clink ” Sound made by the metallic coin. But how what that lady has written in the cardboard. The old man was in ecstatic joy. After few hours the lady came and she started to stare at him. The old man could feel that someone is standing before him. He lifted his arm and touched the shoe. He could feel the shinning polished shoes once again. He asked the lady that ; “how did you do this?” The lady replied ; “I have wrote the same but in different words” . He said thanks! .Then I went near the old man I really want to see what is written in the cardboard. After reading that unconscious my hands went to the pocket and I took few coins and I offered him. The words were written in the cardboard was ” This is a beautiful day but I CAN’T see it ” then I understand the power of words. Use them wisely.
Always remember that your words can plant garden or burn whole forest down.
