Healing through words 😄

What’s one thing you own that holds deep sentimental value?

Some people treasure diamonds, some keep old photographs, and some hold on to gifts from loved ones.

Me? I have a tiny little bag containing a ₹10 coin and a few grains of rice. And no, I’m not starting a grocery shop! 😂

Let me tell you why.

One day, my cousin and I went shopping. We shopped as if the shops were going to disappear the next morning. By evening, our feet were protesting, our energy had vanished, and even our shopping bags seemed heavier than our life decisions.

We finally collapsed at a crowded roadside tea stall.

Amid the chatter, clinking cups, and people happily munching on snacks, a few transgender people were sitting nearby. One of them looked at me and smiled.

Honestly, I felt a little nervous. I don’t know why we sometimes feel uncomfortable around people who are simply different from us.

But somehow, I smiled back.

As we waited for our tea, I noticed that she was still looking towards me. Feeling a little awkward, I gestured towards the stall, asking if she would like some tea.

She said nothing. She simply smiled.

Soon, our tea and snacks arrived, and my cousin and I became busy discussing the day’s shopping adventures. We completely forgot about everything else.

A little later, I glanced towards their seats. They had left.

Strangely, I felt relieved. I returned to my tea, unaware that the most unforgettable moment of my day was still waiting for me.

Suddenly, the same person appeared beside my table.

Before I could understand what was happening, she gently took my hand, placed something in my palm, and said, “Keep it in your purse.”

Then she blessed me with prayers in her own words and disappeared into the crowd.

I sat there, stunned.

When I opened my palm, I found a ₹10 coin and a few grains of rice.

My cousin burst into laughter. Apparently, I had received a blessing while she had received nothing except a bill for the tea.

But I carefully put the little gift away in my purse.

Later, I placed it in a tiny bag to keep it safe.

And here’s the part that still makes me smile: my purse has never seemed to stay empty since that day.

Now, I cannot prove whether the little gift brought me good luck or whether it was simply a beautiful coincidence. But in my heart, I have always associated it with blessings, abundance, and a moment of unexpected kindness.

When I told my family, everyone was amazed. Suddenly, my little bag became the most desirable thing in the house!

People who had never shown the slightest interest in my purse were now practically applying for ownership of its contents. 😂

But I refused to part with it.

How could I?

That little coin reminds me of a stranger who smiled at me when I was still busy feeling nervous about her. She approached me with kindness, placed a humble gift in my hand, and left me with a memory that has stayed with me for years.

Perhaps the real blessing wasn’t the money or the rice. Perhaps it was the reminder that kindness can arrive from the most unexpected places, wearing a face we may have been too quick to misunderstand.

Today, that tiny bag holds much more than a ₹10 coin and a few grains of rice. It holds a beautiful memory, a little mystery, and my personal belief in unexpected blessings.

My family still hopes I will hand it over to them. But I’m sorry, dear family, this treasure is strictly non-transferable! 😂

After all, why should I risk disturbing my good luck just to make someone else happy?