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the little love story
Read to get the moral....... .
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 Shafei looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled
to its brim with Curd Rice.
Shafei 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.
"Shafei, 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.
Shafei 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...' Shafei 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 Shafei's, muttering 'Promise', without
any emotion.
Now I became a bit anxious.
'Shafei, 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, Shafei 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!'
'Shafei, 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', Shafei said with finality.
'Please, Shafei, 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'.
Shafei 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. Shafei, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Shafei 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 Shafei 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, 'Shafei, 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 Shafei 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.
Shafei 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?'
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 Shafei looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled
to its brim with Curd Rice.
Shafei 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.
"Shafei, 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.
Shafei 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...' Shafei 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 Shafei's, muttering 'Promise', without
any emotion.
Now I became a bit anxious.
'Shafei, 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, Shafei 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!'
'Shafei, 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', Shafei said with finality.
'Please, Shafei, 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'.
Shafei 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. Shafei, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Shafei 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 Shafei 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, 'Shafei, 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 Shafei 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.
Shafei 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?'