Invisible God

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While returning to home on the way, I saw a paper hanging on an electric pole. On the heading of the paper, it was written in the bold letter, “Please read this carefully”.

I went to the electricity pole and started reading. 

“On this road, I lost my 50 rupees yesterday. I am not able to see things properly. If anyone gets my fifty rupees, please send it to me on the following address.”

After reading all this, a curiosity arose in my mind and the mind said me to reach the address and see this matter for a while. The address was in a nearby slum. I went to the slum and reached the address at the end of a narrow lane. In that address, I saw the existence of a semi-broken hut. As soon as I got there, an old woman came out slowly with a stick. I found that she was living alone.

I said, "Grandmom, I've got your lost fifty rupees. So I came to give it to you.”

The old woman began to cry when she heard me and told, “Fifty-sixty people had already paid me fifty rupees. I can neither read the text nor can see things properly. I don't know of any good person who saw my helpless poor condition, wrote this letter to help me and hung the letter there.”

After much pleading, the old woman kept the money. But she told me to tear that letter while returning on that way.

I returned and promised to the old woman to tear that letter into pieces. But my conscience forced me to think about it. Fifty-sixty people already had gone to pay to the old woman before me, had the same request. Yet no one tore that paper.

In my heart, I became grateful to that unknown person who wrote that letter and helped a helpless poor woman.

There are many ways to help, but the way he helped the poor woman without anyone's knowledge, is inspiring, appreciable and admirable, I bow thousands time to that man. 

Despite the old woman's request, I did not tear the paper.

May we all be capable to help others without their knowledge. Good luck.