Helpful Stranger.

 

Title: Helpful Stranger.

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The withered flower of Sanz had now not only stumbled but also encountered the difficulty of strength. When the whirlwind of exertion arrived, it had to come to a halt. Now taking even a single step and lifting itself became impossible. So, it stumbled, and with a twist of its back, the baggage fell to the ground. But it cared little. It, too, sat on the ground with a broken spirit. Several minutes passed as it revived its breath, wiped away the sweat, and relieved its fatigue.

As for carrying the broken load and continuing the journey, that was out of the question. It had distanced itself, even with the load. Now it was contemplating whether to get up and go home, but... what about the baggage? If only it had hired a rickshaw, but in these times, where could one find a rickshaw at night? If not on the main road, how would it be found here? Lockdown had imprisoned life. His home was a kilometer away. Now, standing there, he was thinking that a voice startled him.

"Oh older man! Are you well? Why do you seem distressed?"

The person addressing him was a robust man wearing a mingled outfit, about thirty-five years old.

Son, the thing is, I forgot that I am old now.

Couldn't find a rickshaw, so I started walking on foot, but..."

"No worries. I'll help you. Where do you need to go?"

He immediately became ready to assist him.

In about ten minutes, they reached the house. Putting the belongings on the ground, he was about to turn when the elder stopped him.

"Take this."

"What is this?"

"This is your wages, son... take it, take it."

"I come from a family of poor people. But I am not a laborer."

Saying this, he left, but the old man kept watching him standing there for quite a while.