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Ticket….ticket

“Ticket….ticket….” said conductor.

“One ticket…” said a lady.

Conductor pointed to her boy and asked, “How old he is?”

“Hasn’t five years old yet” she confidently lied, holding her boy in lap.

As he listened what her mom had just said, his big cute eyes shifted from window to her, “But mommy, I am five years old now, remember last week we had celebrated my birthday. I am five years old now…” said in his ingenuous words.

Mom felt embarrassed. She forgot how to smile genuine.

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Stubborn kid

At the evening Dad and son went to see fair.

Kid’s eyes spotted remote control car in the shop. He pulled his dad’s hand and said, “Daddy daddy… I want that remote control car… please buy me that one, today is my birthday”

Dad purchased that car and kid got happy.

They walked further.

Kid’s eyes were still in search of other toys. As he spotted another toy, he stubbornly said, “Daddy daddy… I want that flickering plane… please please daddy.”

Dad purchased that toy and said, “Now no more toys okay? Whenever you got bored with toys you can play with dad… right!” said giving him bag of toys.

“But daddy, I need toys to play, not you” said pouting lower lips, tears welled up in his big eyes.

“Okay okay beta, no more crying. Let’s go and to see that joker… hold my hand now,” said dad, to distract him from crying.

“No… I won’t hold your hand now…” said angrily.

Both walked further in a huge throng. Somehow kid lost his dad’s side and started to walk beside stranger.

Kid didn’t know that by mistaken he was walking beside stranger. He was still happy to hold that bag of his favorite toys; his eyes were still hungry to get more toys.

As he saw another toy, “Daddy daddy… look there, Spider-Man, it’s my favorite toy… now it’s a last time daddy, buy me tha––” as he looked up, fear of lost climbed on his face. He started crying.

“What happened kid?” That guy asked worriedly.

“My da-daddy…. I am lost… I wa-want my daddy…. I-I want my daddy…” he kept saying, sobbingly.

“Okay okay… we’ll find your daddy…. don’t cry… your daddy must be near here somewhere… we’ll find him… don’t cry. You want that Spider-Man toy…?” said in consolation tone.

“Nooo… I-I don’t want toy. I want my da-daddy… you take my a-all toys of bag, b-but take me to my da-da-daddy….” he managed to say between his sobbing.

“We will find your dad okay kid, till then you’d like to have an ice cream?” he cajoled him.

“No I don’t like ice cream and nor these toys of bag. I-I want my da-daddy… please take m-me to my daddy….” said pleaded, with crying and sobbing.

Then suddenly, familiar voice entered in his little eardrums.

“Babalu… where are you beta?” Dad’s eyes were desperately searching for him.

Kid quickly wiped his tears, amiable black pupils sparkled in hope, fluttering lips smiled with sadder expressions on face, and eyes were craving to capture his dad.

“Da-daddy, I am he-here… W-where ar-are you?” fear and happiness mingled in his words.

Dad emerged from throng. As both humid eyes met, fear disappeared and bundle of happiness ran toward him and buried his weepy face in sturdy chest.

“Daddy I am sorry, I didn’t hold your hand. I thought I would never see you again. I was lost daddy…”

“Awwww, Mera bachcha… (My son…)” said dad, hugging him emotionally. His eyes noticed that bag of toys. It was strewed out on road like a trash. He kissed on his chubby cheeks, and thought: for which he had been craving, is now nothing to him and what was more precious to him, is holding with his two little hands around me with tight grip like he never want to leave me an inch far.

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Most of the time, we don’t understand the importance and worth of our own people until we lost them. We only realize their care and love when they aren’t with us. As long as they are with us do care and love your dear ones, and most importantly respect them. They are the precious for us.

Now off you go! And tell your parents, siblings, spouse or friends that how much you love them.

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First Rain

Up in the sky,

“Mommy, I got to go to pee…” said baby cloud to his mom.
“No, son, it’s not the right season. Zip up.” said mom.
“But mom I can’t hold it anymore…” said whining, “whatever you say but I’m going to do it…” he started to shower, broad smile of relief stretched on his face, “Ahahahaha…..” words let out from his mouth….

In my balcony,

Words let out from my mouth, “Ahahahaha…. I love the first rain man, it’s feel like God has showered his love on me…” I looked up and sent flying kiss to him with big smile.

Baby cloud zipped up and giggled, “Mommy mommy, look down there. That guy is sending me flying kiss…”

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Absent

Alas! It was his big ceremony. His best friends and relatives, all were present there, but he wasn’t.

What an unfortunate event was that!

It was his funeral.

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Will you be present in your own….? Hmmn!?

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Burn calories

In the early morning, a guy got up for jogging. His wife woke up sleepily and pulled his hand back, and said with half closed eyes, “Come Jaanuu, sleep na.”

“Baby I have to go for jogging to burn some calories. I’ll be back in an hour” he said.

“I can help you to burn some calories…” She winked, “Just stay in bed 10 minutes…” she said seductively.

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Humanity

A patient was oscillated between life and death. In the Operation Theater, Doctor wore his dress and saved her life by using surgical instruments.

At the same time, in the secret chamber, a serial killer wore his mask, and tortured a girl by using same surgical instrument and murdered her.

(Both are using same instruments, one is saving lives and another one is killing.

An instrument doesn’t define a person, but how we utilize them that definitely do define that person)

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I wish I had

*Forty-five years ago*,

He lived his entire life as a lie because of his identity of gay will not be approved by his family and society. Even though he mustered up his guts and told the truth about himself to his parents. His dad slapped him hard across the face and made him silent for the rest of his life.

After few years, reluctantly he had to get married with a girl.

*After forty years*,

When their daughter said them that she is a lesbian. Both has approved her as she was and let her to live according to her choices.

She instantly hugged both of them and said in moist voice, “Thanks mom and dad for understanding me… I was so scared to tell you this but…, I love you…” said sobbingly.

Dad caressed her cheek and murmured in his mind: I wish I had father like you.

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First sip

“Come on bro… be a man! Only one sip of alcohol won’t ruin your life. Drink it man!” His friends encouraged him to be a man.

This is how his addiction of alcohol started, from enjoyment to obsession and obsession to addiction. Not a single friend was present at his deathbed when he was dying of cancer. That day he regretted of drinking the first sip of alcohol which had ruined his entire life.

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Posted in Gujarati

બાળકની નિખાલસતા

આઠ વર્ષની સોનલ ડોક્ટરના કેબિનની બહાર બેન્ચ પર એના ટેડીબીયર સાથે રમતી હતી. કેબિનની અંદર એના મમ્મી-પપ્પા ડોક્ટરની કેબિનમાં બ્લડ રિપોર્ટ શું આવ્યો એ જાણવા તલપાપડ થતાં હતા.

ડોક્ટરે ડેસ્ક ઉપર બંને હાથની આંગળીઓ એકબીજામાં પરોવી સ્થિર અવાજે કહ્યું, ‘બ્લડ રિપોર્ટ મુજબ, તમારી દીકરીને લ્યુકેમિયાની બીમારી છે.’

લ્યુકેમિયાની બીમારી સાંભળીને તરત જ મમ્મીની આંખમાંથી આસું નીતરવાના શરૂ થઈ ગયા.

પપ્પાએ ચિતાગ્રસ્ત અવાજમાં પૂછ્યું, ‘લ્યુકેમિયા? પણ એનો કોઈ ઈલાજ તો હશે ને ડોક્ટર?’

‘અનફોર્ચ્યુનેટલી, અત્યાર સુધી એનો કોઈ જ પ્રોપર ઈલાજ નથી શોધાયો.’ ડોક્ટરે સહેજ ખભા ઊંચા કરી નકારમાં માથું ધુણાવ્યુ.

‘પ્લીઝ ડોક્ટર, ડુ સમથીંગ ટુ સેવ હર. શી ઈઝ આવર ઓન્લી ચાઇલ્ડ.’ રડતાં અવાજે મમ્મીની અંત:વેદના બોલી ઉઠી.

‘સ્યોર, અમે અમારાથી બનતા બધા જ પ્રયત્નો કરીશું, પણ મેડિકલ પ્રોસીજરની પણ અમુક લિમિટ હોય છે… યુ ક્નો’ ડોક્ટરે પ્રોફેશનલ જવાબ આપ્યો.

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રાત્રે સૂતાં પહેલા બેડ ઉપર બેઠેલી સોનલે એના પપ્પાને કહ્યું, ‘ડેડી, વિલ આઈ ડાય?’

‘ના બેટા, એવું ના બોલાય. મારી નાનકડી પરીને કશું જ નહીં થાય…’ પપ્પાએ એના લલાટ ઉપર ચુંબન ભરી લઇ પૂછ્યું, ‘… અને આટલું મોટું જૂઠ કોણે કહ્યું તને?’

‘મોમ કિચનમાં એકલી-એકલી રડતી હતી. આઈ સો હર ડેડી…’ બાળ નિખાલસતાથી એણે જવાબ આપ્યો.

મમ્મી બેડરૂમમાં સોનલનું ફ્રૉક વાળતાં બધું સાંભળી રહી હતી. પીઠ ફેરવી પપ્પા સામે નજર કરી. બન્નેની આદ્ર આંખો એકબીજાને ક્ષણિકવાર મૌનપણે જોઈ રહી. મમ્મીએ ચહેરા ઉપર હુંફાળું સ્મિત લાવી બેડ ઉપર બેઠેલી સોનલને ગળે લગાવી ગાલ ઉપર બચી ભરી લીધી. પછી લાગણીભીના સ્વરે કહ્યું, ‘બેટા, તને ખબર નથી મમ્મી-ડેડી તને કેટલો બધો પ્રેમ કરે છે…’ કહીને છાતીમાં સમાવી લીધી.

‘પણ મમ્મી-ડેડી, હું તો તમને ખૂબ ખૂબ ખૂખૂખૂબ જ બધો પ્રેમ કરું છું… આટલો બધો…’ સોનલે એના બન્ને નાના હાથ હવામાં ફેલાવી કહ્યું.

સોનલની નિખાલસતા જોઈને બન્નેની આંખમાંથી આંસુ અને હ્રદયમાંથી લાગણીઓ છલકાઈ આવી.

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