I never used anyone in my entire life, not even the position of my father when I could. As a matter of fact, he never gave me the freedom to do that.
A few days back, I met a gentleman, a very big man who had worked with my father some years back. Sitting in his house with a few other people, he specially asked me about my dad and how fondly he remembers him as an honest, upright and a sincere man, who would always be smiling. He told me how he wanted to meet him and asked me to pay him his regards. All I could do was smile and told him that the feeling was mutual.
The whole instance made me feel so proud at that moment and till now. These small things matter more than all the black money in the world.
A true praise is all white and all pure.
