The calf’s Condolence
“Greetings Mother. I heard that your calf has died. I felt sad on hearing the news. The village sarpanch was telling us that the calf close to everyone in the village. In these testing times, I am with your family and I pray to god that the calf may rest in peace. Nothing can replace your calf’s absence. Here are five thousand rupees that you can use to buy fodder for your buffalo. The buffalo must be very sad too.”
This was election time and the leader Roshan Singh was talking to a village woman called Kesari with folded hands. Kesari had a large family.
“Son, you are visiting the village after five years. Please buy a cycle for your son with this money. Last summer, my grandson died due to Cholera that he got from drinking contaminated water. He was very fond of riding a bicycle.”
“Son! Ramprasad, please get a glass of water to our beloved leader.”
“Ohh.. Mother. I have some urgent appointments. I have to leave now.”
Story Ends
Next Story is
Sharing of Love
There was happiness all around in the house at the birth of her younger sister, but three year old Yashi was going through turmoil at the arrival of the new guest in the house. The new guest had completely taken over her world. Her mother who would always be with Yashi was now completely taking care of the new baby. Yashi, who used to slept along with her mother, was shifted to dad’s bed. Even though her father tried hard, she would end up searching for her mother in him. Just a few days ago, a young cow had died after falling into the bitumen spread in front of the house. Yashi went to her father and said “Father, who is this new kid in the house? Listen to me and drop the baby into the bitumen in front of our house.” Understanding Yashi’s pain, he father said in a consoling tone “Yes. Let us drop the baby as soon as we get the opportunity.” After being worried for many days, Yashi was comforted by the fact that her father was with her. Emboldened by this incident, Yashi went straight to her mother and said “Mother, will you only love this new baby?”
Mother pulled Yashi closer to her and said “No...I have brought a younger sister for you. She will call you ‘Didi’. She will listen to you.” The baby had a smile on her lips as if she was listening to the conversation with her eyes closed.
“Oh, so there is someone who will listen to me. This means, I am grown-up now”, said Yashi as she lifted her heels and raised her hands. For the first time, she touched her sister’s cheeks with love. The baby held on to Yashi’s dress with her fist. Yashi didn’t try to stop the baby. She then told her mother “Mom, Please keep an eye out on dad so that he doesn’t drop the baby in bitumen outside.”
