Yesterday when I was going to the market with my mother I saw a boy of my age begging, his clothes were torn and his body was dirty. I had a feeling of hatred towards him. My mother reprimanded me and told me to rather feel gratitude towards God. “Gratitude” I heard this word for the first time, what could it possibly mean? My mind started racing, kindness, love, generosity.

Utterly confused but one thing for sure, it had some positive meaning. The first thing I did after reaching home was to consult the dictionary, and then I understood what my mother said “rather than feeling hatred for the misfortune of the boy, I should feel thankful to god for my good fortune”. Gratitude is a feeling of gratefulness, thankfulness, when somebody shows extreme kindness and generosity.

It is a feeling of respect in return of the benevolence, and I am a benefactor of God’s mercy, to be what and where I am not only materially, but mentally also. I read in a good school, belong to a good family, have dreams in my eyes and determination for working hard in my heart. This is nothing but god’s grace.