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 What is Love?

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Renoa

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انثى عدد الرسائل : 53
العمر : 31
الكورس المفضل : Poetry
الهواية : Reading,meeting new friends and learning languages and cultures
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تاريخ التسجيل : 25/11/2007

مُساهمةموضوع: What is Love?   الخميس يناير 03, 2008 1:07 pm

What Love is?

The story begins like this...
'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right
away 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 mouthful 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. 'Sindumma, 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 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 of
television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindumma, 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 honour our promises no matter 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, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big &
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. 'May be, 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 ... leukaemia.'
She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the
whole of the 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, will you grant me a
boon? Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me
what Love is?'
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مُساهمةموضوع: رد: What is Love?   السبت يناير 05, 2008 7:16 pm

ohhh

that was a really really emotional story

i really was very touched, i almost were going to burst into tears

how lovely was her attitude, to shaved all her hair ??? :shock: that was very

bravery action from her


However, I luv it
sunny sunny

it seemed to me that they are Asian, sort of Chinees, Corian ppl, right?? anyway


Arrow keep going forward sis, nice job Arrow
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Renoa

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انثى عدد الرسائل : 53
العمر : 31
الكورس المفضل : Poetry
الهواية : Reading,meeting new friends and learning languages and cultures
المزاج : No MoOd
تاريخ التسجيل : 25/11/2007

مُساهمةموضوع: رد: What is Love?   الإثنين يناير 07, 2008 6:42 pm

Frankly they are Indian Smile

isn't it effective story ??

thanx God am not the only one who ~cried~ lol

thank you for passing by sis

have agood day
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مُساهمةموضوع: رد: What is Love?   الخميس مارس 06, 2008 12:05 pm

nice story thanks sweety:flower:
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