It was a fine morning. I was walking out of the restaurant after my breakfast. As I stepped out, I saw a old man in rags digging into the dustbin. I really don’t know what about that man made me stop and watch him.

But there he was, furiously searching as if for some treasure. I saw his face lighten up and out came his hand from the bin with a loaf of stale bread. He sat down beside the dustbin and started to eat his treasure with joy.

A stale bread giving him such immense joy and here we are living in luxury (compared to the life that old man leads) and all we ever think off is how less we have.

Its strange that we hardly think that we are far more blessed with many good things in life than so many of our fellow brethren.

Shouldn’t we live life in gratitude for all that we have?

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