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On a hot afternoon, young himanshu in a light blue T-shirt and beige shorts stops on the dusty road, looking with concern at an old woman in a simple cotton sari struggling with a heavy bag of vegetables.
Himanshu was eight years old and loved playing cricket with his friends every afternoon. One hot day, walking home, he saw an old woman struggling with a heavy bag of vegetables. His friends dashed past her, laughing, calling him to hurry up. Himanshu stopped. He walked over and asked, “Can I help you?” The old woman smiled warmly. “Thank you, child. You have a kind heart,” she said.
Under the shade of a large tree, himanshu in a light blue T-shirt and beige shorts sits beside the old woman in a simple cotton sari, drinking a glass of cool water while holding a ripe mango, his face showing a proud smile.
Himanshu carried the heavy bag all the way to the old woman’s little house. She invited him to sit under a shady tree. She gave him a glass of cool water and a ripe, juicy mango. “You didn’t have to help me,” she said, “but you did.” Himanshu smiled and said, “I’m happy I could help!” He waved goodbye and ran home, feeling proud of his kind act.
Himanshu sits on the roadside with a scraped, bleeding knee, his face twisted in pain. He wears a light blue T-shirt and beige shorts, while the afternoon sun glares down.
The next day, Himanshu was playing cricket with his friends when he tripped and fell hard. His knee scraped against the rough ground, and it stung badly. He sat on the roadside, trying hard not to cry. His friends kept playing, not noticing he was hurt. Himanshu looked down the road, wondering if anyone would come to help him.
The old woman in a simple cotton sari gently cleans the knee of himanshu, who is wearing a light blue T-shirt and beige shorts, with a clean cloth while he watches with a relieved smile.
Just then, the old woman came walking down the road with a clean cloth, some ointment, and two sweets. She sat beside Himanshu and gently cleaned his knee. “Kindness is like a seed,” she said. “When you plant it, it grows, sometimes even faster than you expect.” Himanshu smiled, feeling the sting fade away. He never forgot that day, and he kept planting seeds of kindness wherever he went.