The Old Guy!

the old guy!!!
went for a trip tp punjab and now m back.i saw so many new and different things .some nice and some not so nice. buty one thing my mind has been stuck on.i cnt forget the 70 sumthing yr old man who sat at the end of the road,had a small wooden box wic carrioe dhis tools.he was a cobler.while i rode in a 12 lakh car on my way to a five star to attend my cousins weding the car stoped at the signel whr i saw him.he was old.he was weak.his hands trembled.he had a cigratte in his hand and even as he took its puffs his hands trembled.i wonder was it due to the january cold with him waering only a light old and torn sweater or because was he too old and weak.i reached the weding and there i met lots of people .ladies shining and smiling in their jewels and men in their armani suits and sumhow through out the time the old guy picture came coming back to me. i did not enjoy the weding at all though i kept the smiles for everyone see.its been about 3 weeks but i just still feel so guilty.i dnt kow for wat but i feel guilty.i hav seen begegrs,kids on roads with no shoes, but nothing has ever left such an impression on me as that old guy.iwant to do sumthing.i hav always wanted to.and i do care really .but what i do is insignificant and it does not really make a diference.i want to make a difference.