Service is in our protoplasm

In the year 2001, in Herndon - U.S., my friend was making some purchases in Walmart. With him was his daughter. It was raining heavily. They both had umbrellas.

After the purchase his daughter asked him to wait in the aisle. She went to bring the car very near to enable him to avoid drenching.

Then he saw a White woman already waiting for her car. Her husband should have gone to bring the car - He assumed. She was in the very advanced stage of pregnancy. Her face reflected the strain and stress.

Her husband stopped their car a bit far away and waved to her to come and get in. She was not having any umbrella. He lost no time in telling the lady that He is prepared to extend his umbrella and shield her from the rain and take her and the baggage to her car.

She looked at himin the eyes and asked him, “ Are you from India"? He felt uncomfortable. He shot back his question, "Why do you ask that question?" Pat came her reply - "Only Indians have this sympathy and voluntary offer of help." Pride surged and permeated in all of my veins and body.

He did what an Indian should do and was praised to do.

After she got into the car without a drop of drenching, her husband came out of the car and gave me a huge hug. He asked me, “How could I thank you?’

I replied him, “Let us thank the rain. It only made me know how my motherland is assessed.

Despite the deliberate poisoning by the avaricious politicians, our culture is intact and acknowledged by sisters and brothers living abroad. Service is in our protoplasm.