Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Compassion has no language

[ Crossposted from Tell A Short Story ]
It was five o'clock of a summer evening, It is time when number of flights arrive at Mumbai airport. Mumbai airport is jam-packed with passengers. Today also it was huge rush on airport terminal. Some were looking for luggage trolley, some were busy in picking their luggage from conveyor belt, some were still waiting for their luggage to come and some were leaving for their homes happily after collecting their baggage. It was a complete hustle and bustle on airport terminal. Everybody was in complete rush to take their luggage and leave for home.

Amidst this, there was an old couple. They were very old and barely able to walk straight. They disembarked the plane and were coming to collect their luggage. When they were coming down on escalator, the small bag in old man's hand fell down, stumbled all the way in escalator and was thrown far off  in the lobby.  The old man walked slowly towards the bag to collect it. There were so many people in the airport nearby but nobody bothered to come forward and help them.

There was a foreigner lady and along with her son. They were also waiting for their baggage to come. When the boy saw the bag thrown far off in lobby and old man walking slowly towards it, he just rushed to help him. He got the bag quickly and gave it to old man. He held his hand and helped him to walk till baggage collection point. He also went to old lady and helped her. He got a trolley for them and kept their bags in it.

Old lady loved and blessed the boy with tears in her eyes. She turned towards her husband and said 'Out of so many people only his small boy had compassion to help us. He doesn't even understand our language but came forward.  Really compassion has no language."

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