Welcome cup of Tea... It was a cold winter intermittent snowfall made the treacherous climb more difficult. If someone could offer a cup of tea....the Major thought, knowing it was a futile wish... "No tea, boys. Bad luck", said the Major. But he suggested all take some rest there as they have been walking for 3 hours. They were in luck, the place had everything needed to make tea and also packets of biscuits. The Major thought they had broken open lock and had tea biscuits without the permission of the owner. But they're not a band of thieves but disciplined soldiers. He took out a Rs 1000/- note from his wallet, placed it on the counter, pressed under a sugar container, so that the owner can see. Three months passed. They continued to gallantly protect the frontiers and were lucky not to loose anyone from the group in the intense insurgency situation. Soon they were on their way back and stopped at the same tea shop which was open and owner was present in the shop. The owner, an old man with meagre resources was very happy to greet 15 customers. The old man had many stories to tell, replete with his absolute faith in God. "And Sahib, I prayed to God for help. And Sahib, God walked into my shop that very day." The officer got up and paid the bill. He hugged the old man and said, "Yes Baba, I know God does exist. And yes, the tea was wonderful." The truth is you can be God to anyone.
A group of 15 solders led by a Major were on their way to the post in Himalayas where they would be deployed for the next 3 months. The batch, who would be relieved, was waiting anxiously.
"Sir, this is a tea shop and we can make tea... We will have to break the lock", suggested one soldier.
"Oh, Baba, if God is there, why should He keep you in such poverty?", commented one of them.
"I was going through very tough times because my only son had been severely beaten by a terrorist who wanted some information from him which he did not have. I had closed my shop to take my son to hospital. Some medicines were to be purchased and I had no money. No one would give
me a loan for fear of the terrorists. There was no hope, Sahib".
"When I returned to my shop, I found the lock broken, I felt I was finished and had lost whatever little I had. But then I saw that God had left Rs 1000/ under the sugar pot. I can't tell you, Sahib what that money was worth that day. God exists, Sahib. He does." www.keralites.net 
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