They have created towering bilingual authors like Manoj Das, Sitakanta Mahapatra, and Jayanta Mahapatra, and so on. But the Oriya people are down to earth and not boastful of their greatness, as I discerned about things there.
My respect has increased more with one particular incident. I checked my wallet to buy a book at the station. My heart started pounding. There was no wallet in my pocket, and I found it missing elsewhere. But I certainly missed my wallet at the station; there must have been skillful pickpockets around here.
All of a sudden, my judgment changed about the state. Deep down somewhere, my conscience was warning me against my unguarded thoughts. Helplessly lingering around the ticket counter.
A young person, who could be 20 years of age or older, approached me and asked whether I had lost my wallet. I said yes and gave some details about the wallet contained in it. He told me that it was found on the floor while he was having tea, and fortunately, he was the first one to see it.
My happiness knows no bounds. He handed me the wallet and refused the amount when I tried to give it to him. It may have been a small act of kindness for him, but I was filled with immense joy, and I will never forget it in my life.
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There's goodness too in the world, in Berhampur too.
ReplyDeleteYou're absolutely correct, sir
DeleteWhat a wonderful act of kindness. Finding something that's lost always feels like a gift from the universe to me :)
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ReplyDeleteTrue Suchita. Thanks for your comment :)