A Gentle Touch

Old and crumpled, with eyes half-closed, hugging a begging bowl with his frail hands, a beggar is immersed in singing a heartfelt devotional song.

A passerby, awestruck by the divine voice, approaches him to drop some money into his bowl. He reaches his back pocket and then starts frantically looking for his wallet. “That’s odd…My wallet….” he mutters realizing it has been stolen! Apologizing, he cups those wrinkled hands sympathetically and gently assures him that he’d be back the next day with money. To his utmost awe, the beggar shakes his head vigorously, beholding his caring glace, and pleads in a quavering voice, “No no no need of money, just come tomorrow…………… to hold my hands……. again……….”