A small but touching story with a deep message.
A ticket collector in a train found an old worn out wallet in a compartment full of many people. He looked inside to find the name of its owner. There was no clue.
An old man said, 'That's my wallet, please give it to me.'
The ticket collector said, 'You'll have to prove that it is yours.
The old man smiled a toothless smile and said. 'It has a picture of Sri Krishna in it.
'The ticket collector said, 'That is no proof; anyone can have a picture of Sri Krishna in his wallet.
The old man took a deep breath and said, 'Let me tell you why my picture is not there in it. My father gave this wallet to me when I was in school. I used to get a small sum as pocket money then.
When I was a teenager I was greatly enamoured by my good looks. I removed my parent's picture and put in, one of my own. I loved to see my own face and my thick black hair. Some years later, I got married.
I replaced my own picture in this wallet with a picture of her.
I spent hours gazing at her pretty face.
When my first child was born, my life started a new chapter.
I shortened my working hours, to play with my baby.
Obviously, my baby's picture occupied the prized position in my wallet.'
The old man's eyes brimmed with tears as he went on..
He has no time to look after me. All that I had ever held close to my heart is far, Far away from my reach now.'
Alas! If only I had realized this before.'
The collector quietly gave the wallet to the old man.
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