Today I was a little bit upset. The weather was erratic and murky. I was feeling so indolent and limp to ride my bike. I become obsessive about my life. We were wondering in the morning. We went to a electronics shop to repair some gadgets. I was flitting to a nearby betel shop to puff a cigarette while all of a sudden I found a person struggling hard to adjust a bag in his cycle carrier. He was a physical handicap by both hands. My hand suddenly swift to help him but stopped by his one look. His eye was denying me from doing that. I started feeling that I have shown a flagrant disregard about his feeling. I was feeling pity. I took a cigarette and started puffing it. I stand there in deep contemplation. I was looking at him. The sound of merriment with the shop owner soothing in my ear buds. He opened the cap of the candy jar and took a candy and eat it. For a moment I completely lost with his world. Thinking about despite such difficulties he is enjoying his life without any regret, like everything is fine. He counts the money with his physically challenged hands and moved away. I was feeling like he was laughing at me and my situation. I thought for a while who is handicapped? The person without hands living his life like never before or I am who is cling to tiny issues of life.