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I moved to a new shared house recently..

New place- new people- new rooms - new steps and everything looked fresh to my eyes ...

In 3-4 days , manage to settle, cleaned room and toilet , placed my things, found slots in fridge, kept spices on shelf .... All good

As usual, was having dinner - happened to notice a guy sitting over the corner of the room - very thin , tired , emasculated ,thirsty,almost grounded , hands and head already down...!! - that was a plant ๐ŸŒฑ “I don’t know who bought him”










As I was filling my tummy , thought it would be inhumane not to give him something, decided to water him a bit... (I had a second thought before watering him - he is almost dead - why to water him) but anyway.. I did

The very next day , enquired about him - unfortunately, nobody knew him and it sounded like no one cared him- also, he was a Gift ๐ŸŽ of past tenant... they don’t live here anymore....!!!

It happened.... Every time I sat to fill my tummy- this guy kept looking at me ๐Ÿ‘€.. my inner feeling never let me not to wave him back... kept watering him ...

On the 2nd Day — When I went down to cook something.. I was shocked to see a tall , strong , muscular, energetic, enthusiastic, powerful man standing tall ๐ŸŒฑ... over the same place where I saw the weak man๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜€









End of the story....!!!

We kept going the same - happy and healthy..

(Moral - whoever you see someone struggling around you , make sure you ask them “ is there anything that I can do for you”

May be its a simple task foe you , or random good words or its a hug or shake hand —
Even a good smile - might help them heal , get back to normal)




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