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Power of Giving

Every religion advocates the importance of giving. There are several instances in the holy books which validate this stance. I have always wondered about the power of giving. Most people are compassionate and wish to support others. However, they do not have the means or ways to do it. It is relatively hard to help others while trying to make our ends meet. We promise ourselves that we will support when our financial situation improves. Somehow, we never get around to it due to the mounting commitments. The interesting fact about the power of giving is that we can start small. And it need not necessarily be money. The world around us requires so many things. We see over 100 people every day. But our brain does not remember them because we don't see them. They are additional characters in our movie. They are there but somehow not crucial to our story.
Though our heart is in the right place, we lack the resource and time. We never really experience the power of giving. The simplest way to start is to begin small with your neighbor. Sometimes people require a simple reassurance and acknowledgement. We move fast enough to ignore ourselves and our families. In the hot and humid traffic signal, the little girl needs a small aid to fulfill her hunger. We spend our time wondering about the credibility of the place and the plight of the nation. This makes us ignore the hunger in her eyes. Start small even if it is a few hundred bucks. Say hello to your neighbour. A small smile for your fellow passenger can make their day. A simple thank you to the shopkeeper, or autowala shows a sign of respect and acknowledgement. The power of giving is in the smile of the receiver. Surprisingly it does not cost much and needs a little sensitivity.
 

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