The Leper

I was out early morning on the scooter to have a cup of tea. There was a leper there who was handing his glass to drink tea. A thought came to my mind to give him some money. But then I did not! Later on in the evening, I saw him again. The same urge to help him came back to me. I gave him a generous offering and hugged him. Tears started welling on his cheeks. I broke into a poem of happiness and gratitude.