Renuka lived in a small town. She ran a petty shop where neighbours stopped for milk, biscuits, salt and sugar. Each morning she spe the doorstep and greeted every customer with a smile. Life was simple, steady and quiet. One day. A traveller suggested selling homemade snacks. Renuka tried, and word spread quickly. Her shop grew busy, profits rose, and she hired helpers. Soon she expanded into a larger store in town. Renuka emailed humble, helping others start small businesses, turning her steady life into a story of unexpected growth and how for her town people and future generations alike.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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