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THOUGHT FOR YOUR SOUL
Alas! It was too good to be real.
Suddenly something struck his
mind and he paced his way
towards the adjacent room. His
face wore a vivid anticipation until
he had made his way to the
wooden almirah. The doors
squeaked and creaked before he
found his way to the lower shelf.
He had found the photo album that
both the father and the son
admired the most. Even the largest
treasure chest would have meant
nothing, for it had captured the
most cherished moments of their
lives.
As he picked it up to shrug the dust
off it, an envelope found its way to
the floor. He carefully placed the
album aside on the chair and
picked up the envelope. The
prelude read, “To my dearest son,
on becoming a doctor.” The
emotions that wrenched him as he
pulled out the letter were only
meant for the brave-hearts.
With mixed sentiments of joy and
grief, he recollected all his sanity to
sit down and hear his father speak
albeit through words.
“My dear son,
If you’re reading this letter, then
you would have already become a
doctor. You must be in the best of
your attires today robed in the
convocation gown.
THE DREAM BOX
I could only muster Rs. 3000. I
hope it sufficed to fetch you the
gentleman’s outfit. Forgive me son.
Forgive me, for I have been
crippled by my meagre earnings.
Forgive me for all these years when
you gulped your desires down the
throat thinking in the best of the
family’s interest. I knew it when
you said that you never wanted a
new pair of shoes even when your
fingers peeped through the
withered stitches. I knew it when
you said that you weren’t hungry
for lunch. My son, I had realized it
long back that you’ve a levelled-
head on your shoulders. I’m sorry;
for I couldn’t give you the
childhood you deserved, but trust
me my boy an unenlightened man
like me could only give you so
much. You today stand a rebel who
fought his way out of adversities to
chase your dreams and made them
come true. A man can only be
grounded by your efforts.
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