Meaning...

Mohan often used to go on his bike to meet his friends on Sundays, but this time on the insistence of his wife Megha, he thought it better to go with his car parked in the garage. By the time he met some friends, it was already afternoon so he decided to go back home. As soon as we had set out, the car stopped on the way. Despite many efforts, the car was not starting. When I showed it to a nearby mechanic, he asked me to get the entire car serviced. Mohan left the car there and came to the roadside to take an auto taxi to his home. He went but today the sun was very strong and he was completely drenched in sweat. There was no auto taxi visible for a long distance, so instead of standing there and waiting, he decided to walk on foot. Now he walked only a short distance. Suddenly a voice echoed in his ears, Babuji where do you want to go?Mohan looked back and saw that a forty-five-fifty year old man had come and stood near him with a cycle rickshaw.

Baba, it is very far to go...the sun is also very strong and this rickshaw of yours is not even covered from above, how will you pull it in this much sun? Leave it.

I will pull you Babuji…if you sit then he said with folded hands.

The sun was shining very brightly so Mohan thought it appropriate to sit.

On the one hand, the cycle rickshaw puller started pulling the rickshaw, while on the other hand, the sun started increasing its heat. Mohan, though sitting on the back seat, was constantly watching the streams of sweat of the rickshaw puller, and seeing all this, his soul was troubling her

Once he felt like getting down from the rickshaw after paying the fare, but in such a situation, what would be the benefit to the rickshaw puller if he gives a ride to someone else, even if he pulls, he will still be drenched in sweat, so for this, a comfortable tarpaulin should be installed on his rickshaw, but how can I say? Let's talk, let me ask, maybe by talking, his attention will be diverted from the rising heat and someone will be able to help this old man.

Baba...who is there in your house?

Babuji, I and my wife have no blessings from God in the form of children.

Oh....ok but baba why do you drive rickshaw so late in the afternoon I mean any job or other work etc.

Babuji, my wife is suffering from asthma, today the medicine has finished, there was a great need of money, that is why….and Babuji, who will give a job to this old man, the youth were roaming around unemployed and they needed money for business….

He became silent while speaking. He was panting while speaking.

On the way, Mohan got the rickshaw stopped at a sugarcane juice stall so that the old man could take some rest. After taking two glasses of juice, Mohan asked, "Ok Baba, the guard post is vacant in our office, can you get a job there?"

What job...yes yes I will definitely do it Babuji

Not only this, staying there and eating is also free.

That rickshaw puller stood at the same place and started bowing at Mohan's feet. You have brought coolness forever by not only covering my rickshaw but my family as well.

Hey Baba, you are of my father's age, don't do this and who am I, God keeps doing all that sitting above.

Yes, it is true that God cannot reach everywhere, so He sends His servants. I had heard this from my mother and father.

Mohan smiled and reached home and gave the fare to the rickshaw puller along with his office address so that he could reach duty the next day.

Friends, you don't need anyone, become a means to improve someone's life.