Yesterday I met God

I am writing this on a Sunday. This happened yesterday. My wife had gone out in the evening to get a few dresses of hers stitched, while I was at home. On the way back, she did little kitchen shopping at the super market. And when she reached back home, she found her bag missing. It had money. Her driving license. One of my bank passbooks. My son's vaccination booklet and lots of other stuff. My wife went back to see if she could find it but to no avail. I made a trip to the super market to see if she missed it there. Nothing. We concluded that the thing had been lost. Somebody would have picked it. Even as we are counting our losses, there was a the noise of somebody calling out my name at our gate. It was an old frail man, a letter in his hand. The letter had my name and address on it. The man had come in an auto rickshaw. He had the missing bag with him. Apparently my wife had kept a letter from her father in the bag which had our address on it. The bag was found lying on the street by the autorickshaw guy. He took it to the old man whom he knew. They traced our house from the address on the letter. Miracle! In the world of today, where we have become so cynical and skeptical about everything and everyone- we forget that basic goodness still survives. Both of them - they are not going to win any recognition or any prizes. Noone will know what they did. Noone would have known even if they hadn't done what they did. They were not rich. They were men on the street. Faces in the crowd. Not social activists. Not peace marchers. Where is God we ask? We say, those were the good old days. It's a selfish world now. Its what we are that is changing rather than others. Its our goodness that is lacking. And then come some angels. People like us. And they show the God within us all.