A Good Samaritan, by Paritosh Chandra Dugar

His reputation as a sensitive and public-spirited administrative officer was majestic. Perhaps he was born with a philanthropic instinct. He would miss no opportunity to help those who approached him for succor. No eulogy of his god-like virtues ever puffed him. He remained as humble as a fruit-laden branch of a tree. That elevated him to the status of a messiah. He was often cited as an exemplary Good Samaritan. He could live without food, friends or fun but never without doing a good turn. He would often admit: “Any philanthropic act just fills me with extraordinary gratification.” But he could never know how it had become impossible for him to live without that gratification. In the course of time other officers and public representatives began to emulate him. The result was a fewer number of people around him appealing for help. It was disastrous for him. He grew increasingly restive and craved for suffering people. Then a freakish solution occurred to him. He began to create sufferings and problems for people. He got his gratification--by changing from a messiah to a monster!