A Nice Story
My wife called, 'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for 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't you take a few mouthfuls of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear. And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me.' I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. '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 with mine and clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion. 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, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. 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 been watching too much television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with 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 tried to plead with her. 'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.' 'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. 'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful. On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'Maybe, that is the in-stuff', I thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car and continued, 'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs.
'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week and promised him that she will 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 your daughter.' I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'
"The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love.."
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Shabbir
From India, Hyderabad
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3My wife called, 'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for 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't you take a few mouthfuls of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear. And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me.' I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. '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 with mine and clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion. 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, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. 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 been watching too much television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with 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 tried to plead with her. 'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.' 'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. 'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful. On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'Maybe, that is the in-stuff', I thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car and continued, 'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs.
'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week and promised him that she will 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 your daughter.' I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'
"The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love.."
Regards
Shabbir
From India, Hyderabad
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Hi, Amazing, Good moral to open our eyes and move on with. Applause....keep posting Regards Murali
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Hi Shabbir, Amazing story. Really touched a chord. Shows how selfless children can be.. True friendship with no strings attached. Sharad
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Hey Amazing story.. This shows the innocence of children can teach us a lot which we adults forget and take for granted :oops: !! A motivational one!! Thanx!! Warm Regards Tamanna :P
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Dear Shabbir,
Thanks for sharing such a nice and touching story. I just wish we all had the same kind of courage. In fact, I would also like to say that though I read a lot of posts and don't reply to them, this one really called for a standing ovation. I don't know how people can ignore to respond to this.
Thanks once again,
Renu
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Thanks for sharing such a nice and touching story. I just wish we all had the same kind of courage. In fact, I would also like to say that though I read a lot of posts and don't reply to them, this one really called for a standing ovation. I don't know how people can ignore to respond to this.
Thanks once again,
Renu
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Great story, *The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..* Regards Chennai.Ibrahim
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Speechless...
Just want to say keep sharing such things; it is necessary for us in this 'KALYOUG.'
Thanks
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Just want to say keep sharing such things; it is necessary for us in this 'KALYOUG.'
Thanks
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beautiful, excellent, marvellous, No words to describe it. hope we all be like that. then no sorrow on earth.
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This story is not for the people of this practical world. Shikha, it is for those who understand how much happiness one receives by making others happy, not like us who always think only of our own profit. Understand.
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