Simplicity in Attire, Grandeur in Heart
In the quiet town of Amalapuram, a humble man named Narasimha Rao served as a peon in the Divisional Post Office. Clad in simple clothes and riding a worn-out bicycle from the bus stand after his daily RTC commute from his native village, Chirathapudi, he was a picture of modesty and discipline. Never one to speak much or reveal anything about his personal life, he performed his duties with unwavering dedication and honesty. Despite his low-profile demeanor, Narasimha Rao was a silent pillar of support in the office, always willing to lend a helping hand without expecting anything in return. One day, a senior officer at the same post office announced the upcoming wedding of his daughter. Brimming with joy, he invited all his colleagues, including Narasimha Rao, and withdrew his entire savings—15 lakhs—from his post office account to cover the wedding expenses. But fate had other plans. On his way home that very evening, the officer met with a tragic car accident. Thrown unconsciou...