Thursday, November 13

.L.o.v.i.n.". .o.t.h.e.r.s.

Hi,Please spare 10 min of ur valuable time for reading the below one its worth reading.

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper?

Will youcome here and make your darling daughter eat her food?'

I tossed the paper away and walked towards them. My daughter Sindu looked frightened.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of herwas a bowl full of Curd Rice.

Sindu is a good child, quite intelligentfor her age. She has just turned eight.

She particularly detested Curd Rice.

My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl.

"Sindu, darling, why don'tyou take a little of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear."

Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands

.'OK, Dad. I will eat the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sinduhesitated.

'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?''Oh sure, darling

''Promise?''Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter withmine, and clinched the deal.'Ask Mom also to make a similar promise', my daughter insisted.

My wife put her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise'.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.

Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?''No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, shefinished eating the whole quantity.

I was silently angry with my wifeand my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide withexpectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped.

'She has beenwatching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiledwith these TV programs!''Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else?

We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.''No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I triedto plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sinduwas in tears.

'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.

Now, youare going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our promises nomatter what?

'It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.''Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. 'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own.

Sindu,your wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, on Monday morning, I dropped her at herschool. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom.

She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Justthen, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted,

'Sinduja, please wait for me!'What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.

'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is a wonder!' Without introducing herself, alady got out of the car, and continued,'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.

He is suffering from...... leukaemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not attend school the whole of the last month. He lost all hishair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy.

He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of theschoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that shewill take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!

"Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as yourdaughter.' I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me what self-less real love is!'

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their ownterms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom theylove..

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Umi Mia said...

I like this story...touching sesangat....bring tears to my eyes...murninya hati seorang budak....