Luck?!

He was my favourite...I made sure I passed by that lane atleast once in three days and that made us both happy.

I liked to give him whatever my hand could feel."It was his luck",I told myself and the fact that it depended on me was rejoicing.
Clunk...Clunk...My hands touched a five rupee coin...I gave it to him.He smiled and raised his hand in a blessing gesture and I left.
This became a frequent practice which formed a small part of his humbler income,a reason for me to smile and the fact that I could control a tiny weeny bit of his emotions was hugely satisfying.This,I reflected felt Godlike in me and realising the ego getting over my head,washed away the thought.
My li'l time with my favourite never got stereotypical for I noted his every reaction and mine that formed simultaneousely...
At times,when my hands touched a rupee,I would feel bad..."Tough luck",I would murmur as I gave it to him,nevertheless adding another two rupees on seeing his reaction.
Now,That was cheating I told myself and laughed...But It couldn't be helped,I so Liked him...poor,Withered,lonely and too fragile to find work...
It was then I started wondering If Luck really existed.If my God looked upon me and gave me whatever I required on a random basis...The randomness would eventually fall in place...When I might have tough times coping up with life,When I felt weak,Lonely or fragile...God would consider..."Let her have it"!It had to be so or it wouldnt satisfy the way I was taught to see God...He cared endlessly,eternal love was what I would get for Loving him and beliving in him.That belief could make me win battles,conquer nations,conquer myself...I was letting off my ego with these thoughts...
...This realisation brought tears to my eyes and a strange feeling swelled up my heart...a feeling of generous Love,Concern and care for nothing in particular!!!