When I feel that my life is getting a little too boring or monotonous, I generally take long walks in a nearby Railway Campus that is pollution (all types) free and peaceful. These walks give me time to think and I usually come back home feeling a lot better. So on one such walk, while I was still near the traffic filled roads, I happened to pass by a blind man. He must be in his sixties at least. He also is a beggar. I observed this man for a while. The ease and grace with he managed to navigate his way on this busy, chaotic road stunned me. He was feeling what was ahead of him with his stick and was moving a decent pace. After that one walk, I noticed him 3-4 times again. And always he looked at peace, happy and content with what he is. Looking at him, I felt ashamed that I complain about my life. I thought, "If this poor old man with nobody to help or care and even no eyes can live happily, what right do I have to complain?" So after that, when I feel that my life i...