I drove along the narrow road in that village. Things had mostly stayed the same. Except for a few brick houses the thatched ones remained. The walls
pasted with cow dung in the form of pancakes gave an unpleasant odour. The
stray dogs and hens running hither and thither under the wooden carts parked on
the road were typical of an Indian village. I felt thirsty and wanted a coke.
I stopped at the only grocery shop but also selling bakery items
and vegetables. The coke was not cold. The shopkeeper said the fridge was not
working. I found the shop empty with most of the shelves bare. The various
drums where rice, pulses, sugar and many other items were kept seemed almost
empty. There were clear signs of the shop being in the doldrums with the
prospect of being shut down soon.
I asked the elderly unshaven frail man beaten by age and worry seated
on the stool.” Do you know of Annamalai Chettiar who owned the shop two decades
back? I think this is the same shop- the well opposite to it is still there.”
"I am Annamalai. The shop has not changed hands. May I know who
you are?” asked the old man.
“Oh, oh. you used to look young and healthy then. I see the ravages of
time and worry on your face. I remember your shop used to be crowded early in
the mornings with many buying their small requirements from here and you were
doing good business. Why, what happened? You seem to have fallen into bad
days,” I asked “
You have not said who you are” persisted the shopkeeper. “
I will tell you later but I used to live in this village in my younger
days”
Annamalai Chettiar after a sigh started telling.” My wife fell
seriously ill. I could not attend to the shop and take care of her
simultaneously. I employed a boy known to family but he swindled money and
neglected the business. He put the company in deep debt. I sold my land
and the house to meet the debt and mounting medical expenses. But she finally
died. Without resources, I could not buy adequate provisions to stock in the
store and improve the business. People stopped coming to the store. I am afraid
I may have to call it a day and pull the shutters down”
“How much minimum money would you need as working capital to bring the
store back to normal working” I asked “
Who will lend me money? I am a pauper,” he said with a wry smile"
“Tell me. We will think about it later,” I said “
" I would need Rs25000 to buy the various provisions. I should not
send a customer away saying I do not have what he asks for. I need to have a
good inventory. I would need another Rs.10000 to repair this shop as it leaks
during rain and spoils the goods, “he said
“Never mind. Here is my card. Please come to the next town and see me.
I will advance you Rs.50,000 from my bank.”
“What are you talking about? I have nothing to pledge except my honour.
Loans are not given on honour,” he laughed wryly. He added, “Tell me why you do
all this to an unknown stranger? Are you making fun of me, seeing my miserable
condition,” he asked in a choking voice
“Chettiar, you may not remember me at this distant date. But I remember
you as our guardian angel coming to our assistance every time, we approached you.
I am the son of Singaram. My dad Arunachalam was a drunkard and spent whatever
little he earned on his liquor. He only knew to beat my mom daily at night. He
later deserted us. My mom was sick and yet she worked as a farmhand. We starved
on many days, me and my sister. But my mother spent her money on our education.
There were countless days when she would retire to bed on an empty stomach.
“When things became unbearable, we came to you, asking for rice and
essentials on credit. You always helped us without hesitation, despite the old
dues. I suspect now that you gave us more out of kindness than as business.
Your generosity kept us alive when we had nothing. My mother was too ashamed to
ask for help, but she sent me to you when our hunger was unbearable. If it
weren’t for you, she might have taken her own life and ours. We owe everything
to you.
Today I am in a good position. I can help you. It need not be charity.
You can pay back to the bank when your store starts flourishing. I will stand
surety for you and ensure it is sanctioned. Come and see me tomorrow itself,” I
replied
Tears flowed from his eyes as he said “Yes I remember your mom and how
she struggled with her alcoholic husband. She was like my younger sister as we
grew up together in the village. I think your name is Mani. Am I right? Where
is your sister?”
As I drove back, I found that my thirst was quenched somewhat despite
the warm coke. But my heart brimmed with happiness, and I switched on the
music with a smile.
Gratitude is the fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people- Samuel Johnson
Beautiful story to focus on grateful minds. Nice 🙏
ReplyDeleteThank you Chitra
DeleteA heartwarming tale. I'd like to believe it is real .Meka
ReplyDeleteLike always, your story spreads goodness
ReplyDeleteHeartwarming story.thanks. ramakrishnan.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful story. Helping the helpless without any expectation is a noble trait. It is said "Thankfulness is the beginning of gratitude. Gratitude is the completion of thankfulness. Thankfulness may consist merely of words. Gratitude is shown in acts.” Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteBeing in a good position, Mani could just have loaned him the money (Man's money) directly... Why the rigmarole of come to the bank etc etc.... I see a slight tendency to smugness here
ReplyDeleteWhat a coincidence! I am presently reading a book 'The Art of Happiness- A Hand Book for Living' by His Holiness ffThe Dalai Lama & Howard C. Cutler' where Dalai Lama is emphasizing the very important role of 'empathy' and 'compassion ' for deriving Happiness.
ReplyDeleteThis beautiful story is a classic example of showing compassion without hurting the dignity of a person who has fallen into bad times and the consequent Happiness of both giver and the receiver.
Hats off to you dear KP . Atin Biswas
Kindness shown can never be kept to oneself; it has to be paid back or passed on.
ReplyDeleteAn old world charm resurrected.
ReplyDeleteMy heart of full of happiness and contentment after reading the story. Mani didn't help him as charity. The old man need not feel cheap. He can survive proudly ...Mani is a great man and his mother would be very proud of him!...Sandhya
ReplyDeleteThe eternal values of gratitude, compassion and dignity beautifully brought out in the simple story. Thanks KP. -- Thangam
ReplyDeleteOne can navigate through emotions, attempting to alleviate another's misery and prevent their suffering. Mani's actions inspired hope in Chettiar while allowing him to preserve his dignity and status. Beautifully crafted story.
ReplyDeleteKindness has a way of coming back at unexpected times. A feel-good story.
ReplyDeleteOne always has a choice in life - to be kind - to be kind without expecting anything in return. The good that we give out to the world - comes back in most unexpected ways. Regards - Mahesh
ReplyDeleteGood deed done without return expectation results in reward multifold in due course.Going through difficult times ia test of one's integrity and perseverance to his basic character.
ReplyDeleteGood story. Such things should happen in real life also.
ReplyDeleteHeart warming story. Liked it very much. Just one question. What is his dad's name? Singaram or Arunachalam?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story, as usual! I pray to Him that He keeps us in a position where we can always be of help!
ReplyDeleteNice story of karma. Also insightful comment by Sukumar above that we pray that we should not need this kind of help🙏🙏🙏
ReplyDeleteSrikanth
A truly heartwarming human story. Love it!!
ReplyDeleteDeepak Raghavan
👌🏾 - Meka
ReplyDeleteWow. Really sweet and heartwarming :)
ReplyDeleteNice to know there are many good souls .
ReplyDeleteLovely.
A nice feel-good read!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing!
Best wishes and warm regards
Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy