Manish was a government officer in the bank. Every day he goes to the office and comes home late in the evening. Dazzle is very much in the city but life has shrunk somewhere, there is no sense in the spirit of affinity, not just every person is busy in their own life, thinking that Manish was going from home office to home.
An old lady was sitting on a small footpath on the sidewalk, maybe something was selling. Manish passed away and saw that the old woman was selling oranges in a small trunk. Look at what happens. People like to buy expensive goods by going to the mall. There is no looking at this poor person, Manish was thinking of this Stop the bike and went to Manish Budiya, said - Amma give 1 kg of orange. Seeing him in the eyes of the old lady, she glowed a glow and rapidly began to wean orange. Manish bought a orange from the pouch and said eating - Amma oranges are not sweet and by saying this, she gave an orange to the old lady, she tasted the orange and said, "Baba." Manish started to pick up a bag without saying anything.
Now this is the order of everyday, Manish everyday buys oranges from the old lady and takes out an orange from the pouch and says and speaks - Amma oranges are not sweet, and by saying the rest of the orphans, give Amma, eat old orange and say-it is Babu. Just then Manish went with a bag. Many times Manish's wife also used to be with him. He was surprised at seeing all this. One day he said to Manish - Listen, all these oranges are so good and sweet everyday, why do you always do evil of the poor orphans everyday.
Manish said with a smile - All the oranges of that old mother are sweet only but those poor people do not even eat those oranges themselves. I just do this because that mother ate one of my oranges and did not even have to suffer it.
The same order of their daily routine also saw Malti selling vegetables. One day she spoke to old Amma - how dazzling she is to buy orange every day. Every day you are troubled, but still I see that you have an orange weaver towel, why? Old words - Malti, that boy does not do evil of my oranges, but feed me every day orange and he feels like I do not know but seeing an ordeal himself, an orange himself goes waste in his bag.
Believe me, friends are sometimes very happy with such small things. Happiness can not be bought by money, the feeling of love and respect towards others gives sweetness in life. Yes, one more thing - "There is no happiness in giving, there is no gain in it". Friends always remember that happiness spreads through sharing.
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