A couple of days back, a Postman came knocking on my door with a postal package. Since it was the festival of Pongal, it is understood that we tip the postman, handing him some loose change. But I wanted to do something really nice for this little man who looked tired puffing on his bicycle.
I first thought of giving him some relatively new clothes but I hesitated since he seemed so dignified and proud and sometimes offering used clothing may seem insulting.
And then it struck me! I had a huge box of sweets (the bumper festival version) which some friends of my family had dropped off the previous day. I gave him the sweets , which he appreciated graciously. I imagined him eating a refreshing sweet on the hot roadside, and his little children and old parents enjoying the treat.
Later that night,when my father was sorting the post (I never check since I'm always sure that no one will send me any!), he saw that on that morning the postman had delivered an acceptance letter form a top university for my graduate studies. :)
