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Short Story - That Poor Man
I saw a man sitting by the road. List less. It looked like he has lost a lot in life. I couldn't help thinking what might have gone wrong with him. Has he lost all his money in business? Has he been robbed out of last penny in his pocket? Has he lost his love for life? Is he bereaved of his loved ones? or Has he got mad?
He was quite indifferent to the world running with accelerated speed around him. As if he has nothing to do with anyone or anything. It seemed that he has not even bathed for many days, nor has changed his clothes. He had not shaved for months and hair had also got dirty. Perhaps he has eaten nothing for some time.
He did look almost like a beggar but made no sign of begging from others. I could not resist myself to know of his woes. I stepped towards him and greeted him with 'hello'. He did not respond. I asked him what is that bothering him. and the answer he gave me was really eye opening. He said...
I had decided not to enjoy life until I've collected my first million. I did not allow my heart laugh when it wanted to. I did not eat well when I felt hungry. I did not bought new clothes until my old one were not really worn out. I did not mix well with people and family so that I may not have to spend money. After all this efforts... today I've got my first million.
'It's great' I said. "Why don't you laugh now?" I asked "and enjoy the life"
"That's is the problem" he said. "I have forgotten how to laugh, how to enjoy, my heart has lost its spirit, I have no one to share with my pleasure and" his eyes had got wet..
"then what are you thinking now?" I asked.
"I am reasoning if this first million was really worth what I have lost for it" he said.