It was a dark rainy, cold night. Sitting at the bus stop near Darjeeling, a 28-year-old dejected boy was waiting for the bus to return home. The boy got a new job as a bank officer, but he recognized that this was not what he had set out to do after the first two weeks of his work. Perhaps he was missing Durga Puja in his homeland, or maybe he could have been a better army officer. Suddenly he received a text message from the bus company stating that the bus will be an hour late. "Oh my God , disgusting" ; he said to himself. In the dark, he noticed a ray of light from a distance. " Looks like a tea stall. This is exactly what I need in this cold "; he said to himself. He dashed to the stall with his small suitcase. It was a tiny stall with only two biscuit jars, one chewing gum jar, and a small teapot. He noticed an almost 80-year-old man sitting inside wearing a sweater and scarf with only one arm. The old man offered tea to the boy even before he