“Hari babu every year on this day you distribute so much snacks among neighborhood children!” the shop owner had once asked, “may I know why?”
“This day reminds me of a boy looking at your shop, standing outside. Oldest of siblings, it was his responsibility to take something home for rest of the family to eat. He had no money, no job.”
“Son, looks like you are hungry, eat something,” used to hearing cruel words, the sudden kind words surprised the boy, tears flew from his eyes
“don’t cry my son. I shall teach you how to survive this world.”
That young boy is me. Hari Om from impoverished family, is addressed as Hari babu. I run a business and earn enough to support my family. All because one kind soul fed me, taught me and sent to school.
“Come what may, I can never forget the day I met my god.”
“Hari Om Sharma was my great grand father,” in one of his rare good moods, O P Khurana was doing small talk with Samsher about his holiday experience, “A man must spend money to fulfil his needs not his greeds, that is Hari Om Sharma’s teaching to me; I could not have spent the money even if it was someone elses.“
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“Such ideas are becoming old fashioned these days.” added Khurana, the Director, ” I cannot even convince my family, what to say about others.”
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