Sliding through those typical coarse pale leaflets, I came across a story which struck me deep inside. Hidden behind those dirty clothes, filthy hands and stinking tresses was a heart, mind and soul staunched in the eternal colour. Taught me the meaning of life...crying over the sorrows we have makes us criminal of universal sorrow. This little orphan child, deprived of the luxury of life, has learnt the lessons divine. Bloated with the pride of being self sufficient, we leave no chance to publicise to the world our meager acts of giving...but her act of kindness came as a blow to my very existence. I cry of my sorrows day and night despite having all I need, look at this child, in the reality of having nothing she is satiated with all that she can do with a penny. And whenever she sees someone in need she doesnt fail to part with that penny. I have a tower of material gains but to part with one bit brings severe pain.
Materials can be acquired but richness is a virtue bestowed.
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