Just another day; driving like a programmed machine, eyes on
the road, hands behind the wheels.
Brain multitasking; meetings and presentations planned for
the day constantly preempting all else with a free will.
All this while limbic system sending interrupts about the breakfast
I had given amiss.
Just like always; I knew where to see, in times like these my
laptop bag turns into a fortune cookie,
This time I find an Apple, not much good for me, without
much thought I just push it back in.
As I stopped on the next signal, I saw an old man sitting at
edge of the street, he looked very sad and hungry so I gave the Apple to him.
Gladly he accepted the reward and showered blessings on me, was it summer sun or I saw a tear roll down his cheeks.
It was so humbling, what
an Apple’s worth could mean.
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