Wallet

A ticket collector in a train found an old worn out wallet  in a compartment full of people. He looked inside to find the name of its owner. There was no clue. All that there was in it was some money and   a picture of Krishna.

He held it up and asked, 'Who does this wallet belong to?' 

An old man said, 'That's my wallet, Sir, please give it to me.'

The ticket collector said, 'You'll have to prove that it is yours. 

Only then I can hand it over to you.'

The old man, with a toothless smile, said. 'It has a picture of

Krishna in it.' The ticket collector said,

 'That is no proof;

anyone can have a picture of Krishna in his wallet. What is special about

that? Why is your picture not there in it like most normal people?'

The old man took a deep breath and said, 'Let me tell you why my

picture is not there in it. My father gave this wallet to me when I

was in school. I used to get a small sum as pocket money then. I had

kept a picture of my parents in it. When I was a teenager I was

greatly enamoured by my good looks. I removed my parent's picture and

put in one of my own. I loved to see my own face and my thick black

hair. Some years later, I got married. My wife was very beautiful and

I loved her a lot. I replaced my picture in this wallet with a picture of her. I spent

hours gazing at her pretty face. When my first child was born, my life

started a new chapter. I shortened my working hours to play with my

baby. I went late to work and returned home early too. Obviously, my

baby's picture occupied the prized

 position in my wallet.'

The old man's eyes brimmed with tears as he went on. 'My parents

passed away many years ago. Last year my wife too left her mortal

coil. My son, my only son, is too busy with his family. He has no time

to look after me. All that I had ever held close to my heart is now

far, far away from my reach. Now I have put this picture of Krishna in

my wallet. It is only now that I have realised that he is the eternal

companion. He will never leave me. Alas! If only I had realised this

before. If only I had loved the Lord all these years, with the same

intensity as I loved my family, I would not have been so lonely

today!'

The ticket collector quietly gave the wallet to the old man.

When the train stopped at the next station, he went to a bookstall at the platform and 

asked the salesman, 'Do you have any pictures of God? 

I need a small

 one to put in my wallet!'