Kindle My Light
Once a mother took her little child of ten years on a long journey. All through the journey the child was smiling at each and everyone, in the market place, at the bus stand, shopping complex, railway station, etc. When they reached home, the mother asked her child, “Why were you smiling at everyone, as if they were your friends.”
“I may see them only once in my life, so I wanted to do my first and last work,” the little one replied, “I tried to kindle my light in them.”
Every body has the light, but very few hand it over.