It will never be without people moving across, horns queuing as they are in a hurry and vehicles floating in the traffic, the road with shops on both sides, in an entire day. At nights it will end up being a playground to the street dogs.
One night, not so far from dogs barking fierce fully, a boy sat with his head resting on his knees. A horn and a vehicle just went by one after the other. He gave a full turn from left to right. He can feel someone in the car hurrying to his home to see his loved ones, who are waiting for him. Of all the faces he catch every day he can only see two feelings, one is hurrying to their loved ones and the other is hurrying to what they love. At his place beside the road, sometimes he acts weird and sometimes he use to sit quietly starring at the people. No one asked him why he was living there or at least why he was acting weird. Most of the people who cross by are familiarized with children like those, if not they don’t care.
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Today he made his mind to walk through the road to his home back from his school, which is hardly mentioned as far, a teacher from a nearby school. He felt the ambiance of a busy road, as soon as he took a few steps, which he forgot a long back. On one side of the road, a boy sitting with his head resting on his knees caught his eyes. He went to a nearby shop and asked about the boy. They said everything they knew about the boy, who stares at the people passing by and fed by a pieces of bread, from a different hand every other day. As what a teacher can see in a child is a potential student, he took the effort of joining him in the school and as he saw his son in him, he made his living in his home and treated him as his son. Although it doesn’t went very well, teacher made his student. The boy took his time to settle down. He is never used to talk much with other students.
After a few days, he came to the teacher with an all new face over him. Teacher bend and took him in to his hands and asked what he was up to. Boy gripped his hands around his neck tightly and kissed him on his neck. Teacher felt his son in his hands with more of an affinity towards his dad. Boy said with a frightening voice ‘I love you dad‘.
After few years the boy left home all of a sudden.
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He took the stage, greeting the audience, after he was introduced as the best motivational speaker. He started with introducing himself —–
I will tell a story. A real story. A part of my life about a person who changed my life. My dad brought him home one day. It took a few days for him to talk with me. When I was neglecting my parents he used to spend more time with them. He never complained about anything to anyone. He loved to talk with the people around him. He wanted to see everyone around him happy. He never hated anyone the ones who bullied him too. He became a very good friend to everyone. He always carried a smile upon his face.
I had no idea of that matured behavior in him until my dad got a letter from him, after years he left the school. This made me to think of my life. God, philosophy, purpose, destiny, everything came after that. I want to read it for you.
Daddy,
It was all over before I could understand it.
I never asked my mom to throw me away,
I never asked them to carry me on roads,
I never asked them to tell them that I need milk.
Before any of this happening,
I never asked god to give me life.
After all, in that unwanted journey it didn’t took many days for me to feel desperate of love and care. I yelled at god all through the endless nights asking what brought me to this predicament. I felt like my heart been squeezed because of the emptiness occupied. After countless like-such days, I was taught everything. After I got out of it, through you, the things that I learned take rooted in the depths of my heart. I was able to give out love as I am experiencing love. I wanted to take that unwanted lonely journey again to learn how to live, but this time with your love.
Isn’t it, I am cursed with my childhood? Or
Isn’t it, my childhood taught me how to live?
Thus, I proudly present my brother a great writer whose work had changed and is changing several lives.
Now
Isn’t it, you are suffering hard? Or
Isn’t it, you are being taught how to live?
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