Friday, 11 November 2016

#ChildrensDay A story for touching your heart

"Hey, young lady! What are you doing?  Don’t touch those flowers." Asked Mr. Sharma.


"I am sorry Dadaji , I am not plucking the flowers, just wanted to get some fragrance." Little Ruby answered shyly and she left immediately .



Mr. Sharma was a sober person in his early sixties, who was retired from his job before 2-3 years.
His garden was the topic of discussion among his neighborhood. He was devoting most of his time to maintain his garden or playing with his dog TOFFEE. 

Toffee was a Labrador, which Mr. Sharma had taken from his friend when it was only a few days old. They both loved each other so much and this creature was like a family member to him. But Mr. Sharma’s daughter-in-law was not very happy with the dog, as she used to think that Toffee was the reason for her few months old son’s frequent health issues. She requested her husband, Mr. Sharma's son, to leave Toffee somewhere else or give it to any of his friends.

Mr. Sharma’s son was a kind hearted man. He knew very well how much his father loved this dog. One evening somehow, he managed to tell his father all this. Initially, Mr. Sharma was reluctant to this idea of giving Toffee to someone else. But then he agreed to leave Toffee with a heavy heart. 

After two-three days he saw some movement in his garden.

"Oh, I am fed up with this girl. I will surely make complain to her parents. If someday I will catch her red handed, I will surely punish her."

He came outside angrily to catch Ruby. She was a seven years old girl with long curly hair, round face and twinkling eyes from Mr. Sharma’s neighborhood.

"Where have you gone? Today I will beat you for sure." Mr. Sharma shouted while coming to his garden. Ruby was not there, she managed to escape somehow. As Mr. Sharma reached there, he found a piece of white paper on the ground. He lifted it up curiously and read it,

“Dear Sharma Dadaji,
If you want, you can play with my puppy Chikku anytime.
And I miss Toffee too. “  
                                                              
The little girl was trying to console a 65 years old man. There was a big smile on Mr. Sharma’s face and few drops of tears in his eyes. The roses were still there in the queue of plants. His garden was still untouched..

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