Ripples

Down the dusty road, in tattered rags, He came, weary, wilted, and withered. Body bent with age, bones sticking out of the flabby skin, with a tremor running down his limbs, and with expectant eyes, He waited at my doorstep. No words came out from pursed lips But, in mute language begged for alms. I held his shrivelled hand, helped him ascend the steps. Like a child obeying it's Elder He sat on a chair in the patio. The sumptuous fare, served before, he surveyed with eyes bulging out in utter disbelief, and greedily devoured every bit of morsel. A rare gleam lighted up his face. With hands folded in benison He stood up and silently took leave. I watched him stumble along the country track and fade away in the distance. Ripples of joy stirred my mind in ever widening circles as, a pebble idly tossed cause ripples in still waters ................ Over a random act of kindness idly tossed.......