Don’t . . .

 

Don’t Compare

Your Love Story

To Those

You

Watch In Movies.

They’re Written

By Scriptwriters,

Yours Is

Written

By God .

 

NAIL IN THE FENCE

Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.

(Most importantly the last sentence)

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His Father gave him a bag of nails
and told him that every time he lost his
temper, he must hammer a nail into the back
of the fence.
The first day the boy had
driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next
few weeks, as he learned to control his
anger, the number of nails hammered daily
gradually dwindled down. He discovered
it was easier to hold his temper than to
drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the ! day came when the boy didn’t
lose his temper at all. He told his father
about it and the father suggested that the
boy now pull out one nail for each day that he
was able to hold
his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally
able to tell his father that all the nails
were gone. The father took his son by the
hand and led him to the fence He said, “You
have done well, my son, but look at the
holes in the fence. The fence will never be
the same. When you say things in anger,
they leave a scar just like this one. You can put
a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won’t matter how many times you say I’m
sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal
wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They
make you smile and encourage you to succeed.
They lend an ear, they share words of praise
and they always want to open their hearts to us.
It’s National Friendship Week.
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED!
Now Share this to every friend you have!!
And to your family too. . .
…………………….. __/\__ ………………………………..

””””””””””””’ Please forgive me if ””””””””””””””””””

“”"”"”"”"”"”"” I have ever left a hole. ”””””””””””””””

 

Happy Holi

Happy Holi

 

સોય . . .

 

 

…

 

8 Lies of a Mother

This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion
of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say
“Eat this rice, son! I’m not hungry.”
This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our
house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little
bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish,
she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit
beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten;
My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on
my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, “Eat this fish, son!
I don’t really like fish.”
This was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. .
This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I
awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said,
“Mother, go to sleep; it’s late: you can continue working tomorrow
morning.” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep, son! I’m not tired.”
This was Mother’s Third Lie

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me.. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell
rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea
that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my
Mother’s love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her
my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said “Drink, son! I’m not
thirsty!”.
This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After Father’s death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She
held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family’s
life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our
family’s condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came
to help us solve our problems big and small.
Our other neighbours saw that we were poverty stricken so they often
advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying “I
don’t need love.”
This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old
Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just
to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast
and even sent the money back to me. She said, “I have enough money.”
That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master’s Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a
big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America
but Mother didn’t want to bother her son; she said to me “I’m not used to
high living.”
That was Mother’s Seventh Lie

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized.
Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was
bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken
because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, “Don’t cry, son! I’m
not in pain.”
That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.
YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

M – O – T – H – E – R
“M” is for the Million things she gave me,
“O” means Only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the Tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her Heart of gold,
“E” is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
R” means Right, and right she’ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER”
a word that means the world to me.

For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom’s
presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren’t so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.

 

मांग लू ?

सुना है !
बिन मांगे
मोती मिले,
फिर भी
मांग लिया,
खुद को खुदा से,
और
खुदा को खुद से . . .

- र. मां.

 

" પપ્પા નો હાથ "

Reblogged from " પ્રેમ હૃદય ":

પ્રેમ કેરો બાગ બની દુનિયા સજાવીશ હું, માળી બની સીચશો,પુષ્પ સમ ખીલીશ હું,

દુઃખ રૂપી ભલે છવાયા અંધકાર જીવનમાં, દીવો બનશો, જ્યોત સમ તેજ પ્રસરીશ હું,

મમતા પછી એક તમારો જ આધાર મને સ્તંભ બનશો,જીવન હિમાલય સર કરીશ હું,

હોય ભલે મધદરીએ વમળ માં નાવ મારી, હલેશું બનશો,સુખ ના કિનારે પહોચીશ હું,

નદીની રેત પર બનાવ્યો આજ મેં ચાકડો, શિલ્પકાર બનશો,મમત મહેલ ચણીશ હું,

-સુનિતા દિક્ષિત ૨૧/૦૧/૨૦૧૨

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