Grey

The Cripple seemed old and worn off by time and bad fortune, his eyes,once filled with the eagerness for the mercy of a passer-by, were now blank in accordance with the inevitable.

The Man in White was walking on the street, being drained by what would be the rudiments of his overly stable reality. However this peaceful peregrination was halted by the sight of The Cripple. The Man in White tended to the crummy figure, his mind now being determined, and filled the Cripple's hand with some golden coins. The Cripple was now pleased and saw hope.

The Priest was wandering in the temple in search of his old walking stick. Once he reached the entrance of the imposing structure, The Man in White was there. 'Father, today I did a good deed'. 'Is that so?' asked The Priest, '...and what is it that you did?'
'I helped another person- I gave up the fruit of my own effort for his well being' replied the delighted Man in White and left occupying his thought with his earlier encounter on the street.

The Man in Grey was walking on the street while observing the buildings defining the small road. He started picturing the area in a different way than it was- in what he thought of a prettier setup- until he noticed an old, tired man sitting on the side of the pavement. The Cripple observed the new passer-by in joy and partial disbelief as he as well handed over golden coins to him. Yet again, The Cripple was pleased and saw hope. The Man in Grey was now approaching the temple entrance. He saw The Priest who was patiently waiting for the man to reach him with both of his hands on a walking stick.
'What brings you here my child ?' calmly enquired The Priest. 'Father, today I acted badly' said The Man in Grey in a regretful tone while observing the temple's interiors. 'How so my child, what is it that you did?' asked The perplexed Priest. ' Today I used another person's despair to satisfy my own being'