THANK YOU BROTHER

As soon as I got down from the tempo at Kidwai Nagar intersection and moved ahead, three or four rickshaw pullers moved towards me and said, "Come Babu, K-Block."

The same morning and evening riders and the same rickshaw pullers at the intersection. Everyone starts recognizing each other's faces. The rickshaws on which I used to reach home in the evening were only three or four. By nature, I select my shops, rides or friends, trust them and do not change them frequently.

I sat on a rickshaw. Today in the office the director had expressed his displeasure at me without any reason, so my mind was distracted and my heart was heavy. I could not know when the rickshaw turned from the main road and when it stopped in front of my house.

"Come, Babuji, your home has arrived." I became alert after hearing the voice of the rickshaw puller. Finding the rickshaw parked in front of the gate, I got down, took out money from my pocket, gave it to the rickshaw puller and turned and moved towards home.

"Babu ji"

Hearing the rickshaw puller's voice, I turned and looked at him questioningly and said, "Did I pay less?"

"No Babuji"

"Then what's the matter? Are you thirsty?"

"No Babuji"

"So brother, tell me, what's the matter?"

"Babuji, has anything happened in the office?"

"Yes... but how did you know!" I asked in surprise.

"Babuji, today you did not talk to me while sitting in the rickshaw. You did not ask anything about my family. You remained silent the whole way."

"Yes, brother, today there is some unrest in my mind, that's why I remained silent. But I gave you the money in full!"

"Babuji, I gave you the money but..."

"But what else...?"

"Babu ji, you did not thank me today.. Babu ji, where do we get respect in the life of rickshaw pullers. People do not even pay the fare. Some even beat us. You are the only one who starts talking to us as soon as we sit in the rickshaw. They ask about your well being, about family, about children's education etc. , Babuji, it feels good when someone becomes your own. On top of all this, you not only pay the fare in full, you give us cold water to drink after coming home and also thank the people. We talk about you at the intersection as “Thank you Babuji”… but today…”

His voice was wet.

I took off my bag and kept it near the gate. She placed her hand on his shoulder and said softly, "Brother, please forgive me. Everything went wrong due to my heavy heart. I sincerely thank you for dropping me to my house. Thank you brother."

He smiled and applied pressure on the pedals and moved forward.

Always be happy.

Thank you brother

YOU WILL ENJOY ONLY IF YOU READ IT COMPETELY

Thieves entered the house of a Jain fakir at night. There was nothing in the house. There was only one blanket, which the fakir was lying on. Cold night, full moon night. The fakir started crying because of the pain of thieves coming into the house and there being nothing to steal. Hearing his sobbing, the thieves asked, “Brother, why are you crying?” He couldn't resist. So the fakir said that he had come- Come sometime, come for the first time in your life! You gave me this good fortune! Even me a fakir was given this opportunity! People do not go to beggars to steal, they go to emperors. Why did you come to steal, you made me an emperor! For a moment I also felt that thieves could come to my house too! Such good fortune! But then my eyes are filled with tears, I tried to stop myself so that your work would not get hampered, but I could not stop. Sobs came out because there was nothing in the house. If you had informed me two days in advance, I would have made arrangements. Please inform me when you come again. I am a poor man. If I had time for two-four days, I would have collected something by begging. Right now I only have this blanket, you take it. And look, don't deny. If you refuse, my heart will be deeply hurt.

The thieves were frightened and could not understand anything. He had never met such a man.

She had been stealing all her life, but this was the first time she was meeting a man. There is a lot of crowd, where are the people! The faces are of a man, where is the man? For the first time, there was shame in his eyes. And for the first time he bowed before someone and could not refuse. Why hurt him by refusing, he took the blanket. Difficult to even take! There is nothing else on it! When the blanket was removed, it was revealed that the fakir was naked. He was covered with a blanket, that was his only clothing – the same cover, the same bed. But the fakir said. Don't worry about me, I am used to being naked. And you came back from the village after walking three miles, on a cold night, who leaves the house. Even the dogs are lurking.

You take it quietly and inform me when you come again.

The thieves got so scared that they ran out.

While going out, the fakir shouted, listen, at least close the door and thank me.

The man is strange, the thieves thought. And so strong was his voice that they thanked him, closed the door and ran away. Then the fakir stood at the window and kept watching the thieves going away and he wrote a song - the meaning of the song is that I am very poor, if I had my way, I would have taken down even the full moon from the sky and presented it to them! Who comes to whose door at midnight?

This is a believer.

It does not believe in God, but it believes in the divinity of every individual. There is no person like God, But it has faith in the vast ocean of divinity which is beating inside every person, which is sitting as a temple of life, which is breathing.

Then the thieves were caught. A case was registered in the court and that blanket was also seized. And that blanket was a well-known blanket. That was the blanket of that famous fakir. The magistrate immediately recognized that it was that fakir's blanket - so you have stolen it from that poor fakir's place too! The fakir was called. And the magistrate said that if the fakir said that this blanket is mine and you have stolen it, then we do not need any further proof. One statement of that man is greater than the statements of a thousand men. Then I will give you as severe punishment as I can. Then I don't care whether your thefts are proven or not. If that one man said...

The thieves were nervous, trembling and sweating when the fakir came to the court. And the fakir came and told the magistrate that no, these people are not thieves, they are very good people. I presented a blanket and he thanked me. And when thanks were given, the matter was over. I gave the blanket, he thanked me. Not only this, these are such nice people that they even closed the door when they went out.

This is theism. *The magistrate left the thieves because the fakir said so. Don't hurt them, they are lovely people, nice people, good people. The thieves fell at the feet of the fakir and asked him to initiate us. He retired. And the fakir laughed a lot later. And he said that he had gifted the blanket so that you could enter Sannyasa. You could hardly digest this. All my prayers were woven into this blanket. This blanket contained the story of all my words. It was not a blanket. Like Kabir says, Na-jhini-jhini bini re chadariya! The fakir said that he had woven it with prayers. I meditated wearing this. It had the color and smell of my tomb. You couldn't avoid it. I was sure that he will bring the blanket for you too. And you have finally arrived. That day the night had come, today the day has come. That day he came like a thief, today he came like a disciple. I had faith.

Worship in my mind, sunshine in my mind

AMAZING GIFT

When I reached my in-laws' house after five days of holidays, my husband was standing in front of the house to welcome me. When we entered inside, there was a gleaming Swift Dezire car parked in the small garage.

When I asked my husband a question with my eyes, he handed me the keys of the car and said: - "From tomorrow you will go to college in this car, Professor Sahiba!"

"Oh my God!!'' I was so happy that nothing else came out of my mouth. Just in excitement and emotion, I gave a big hug to Tehsildar Saheb and clung to him like a mistletoe.

His way of giving gifts is also strange. Everything quietly and suddenly!! Own an old Indigo and bought more expensive ones for me.

This man gave so many gifts in his 6 years of married life. If I count, I get tired. He is honest and does not take bribes.

But they are so spendthrifts that they buy gifts with borrowed money.

After a long hug, I separated and started inspecting the car. It was my favorite color. She was very beautiful.

Then my eyes went to the place where my scooter used to park. Stubbornly! That place was empty.

“Where is the scooter?” I shouted and asked. “I sold it, what to do with it now? There is not even that much space in the parking lot.”

"You sold it without asking me?" "It was only a scooter; an old one. Why are you angry?" When he said in an emotionless voice, I screamed: - "It was not a scooter. It was my life. My heartbeats resided in it. It was the only sign of my father. Near.

I respect your gift but not without that scooter. I don't want your car. You sold my most precious thing. That too without asking me.'" I cried.

Hearing the noise, my mother-in-law came out. When he touched my head I started crying even more. “Don't cry son, I already told you this.

Ask your daughter-in-law once. But the son has grown up. Tehsildar!! Where will he listen to his mother? But don't cry. And why are you standing here looking at the scooter again?"

Tehsildar Saheb came to me with his head bowed. Had never seen me crying before. Love that is limitless. Said in a pleading voice:- Sorry friend! How did I know that Scooty is so close to your heart. I have sold the scrap for only seven thousand rupees.

Of what use was that little money to me? You just sold the car and what will you do with it after getting it? I wanted to give you happiness, not tears. I will go and get it right now. “Then he left.

I came and sat in my room. Inert c. What was the husband's fault also? Yes, once or twice he had said to sell it and buy a new one. I also laughed and said that no, this is fine.

But suddenly I became very emotional after not seeing the scooty. How can it not happen? That scooty was not my father's "status".

When I was in college, a girl studying with me came to college with a new scooter. All her friends were congratulating her.

Then I asked him: - "How much is it? The answer he gave with all his might took my life away: -" How much is it? This is beyond the limits of you and your father."

Suddenly there was no feeling in my legs. All the girls had left from there. But I remained sitting there. No one had seen the pain in my heart. I had never realized that they all considered me to be "poor" unlike them. But that day I felt that I was not among them.

Even when she came home, she could not hide her sadness. She hugged her mother and cried. When I told my mother, she just said, "Don't pay too much attention to mean girls! Concentrate on your studies!"

When father came home at night, I also asked him: - "Papa, are we poor?"

Then father said while stroking his head, “We are not poor, daughter, we are just having a little poor time.”

Then even the next day I did not go to college. Don't know why I didn't feel like it. Papa came home early in the evening. And what they brought was such a great happiness for me that it cannot be expressed in words. A lovely scooter. Butterfly C. Like a golden bird.

No, she was like a white angel. The flight of my dreams. She was my life. To be honest, I could not sleep that night. I don't remember how many times I thanked my father. Where did the scooter come from?

I couldn't even think with great happiness where the money came from. Then my training continued for two days. Knew how to ride a bicycle. Also learned to drive a scooter.

Reached college after five days. With his father's "status". like a princess. As if you have just got down from the golden chariot. To be honest, that day was the happiest day in my life. Everyone came to know how much my father loves me.

But after a few days, a friend told that she was sitting on Papa's cycle rickshaw. Then I said no friend, you are sitting on someone else's cycle rickshaw. My father has his own tempo.

But inside my mind was tingling. Did Papa sell the tempo for my scooter? And it's been over six months. I was not even allowed to know. When father came home in the evening, I looked at him angrily.

Today, after so many days, when I had some free time, I realized that I had become thin. Otherwise there was no time to look carefully. They used to come at night and leave in the morning. The tempos also used to be parked far away at a friend's house.

How to know it has been sold. I ran and hugged him!:-"Papa, why did you do this?" That's all that came out of my mouth. The cry that had come.

"You are my pride daughter, if I see tears in your eyes then what kind of father am I? Don't worry, I haven't sold it. I kept it as a mortgage. I will get it back this month."

"You are the best father in the world. Even the best of the best. Where was the need to prove it? When did I ask for a scooty? Why did you do this? You carried passengers on your feet for six months. Oh father, how much trouble did you endure for me?

I couldn't understand anything, you idiot." And I started crying loudly. Then we all started crying. My two younger brothers. My mother too.

I don't know how long I kept crying. That scooty was not for me. Mine was a flying cradle watered with my father's blood. And sold it to some junkman. There will definitely be sorrow.

Suddenly my trance broke. A familiar voice reached my ears. Quickly, quickly, my husband Dev i.e. Tehsildar Saheb was driving my flying cart. And he looked like a complete idiot while driving. But a lovely idiot.

DAUGHTER AND SISTER

Father shouts loudly...

Satyam son...

He comes running and asks. What's the matter, father?

Father: Don't you know that your sister is coming today? This time she will celebrate her birthday with all of us.

Now go quickly and bring your sister, yes and listen... you take your new car which you bought yesterday... she will love it.

Me: But my friend took my car in the morning itself… and the driver also took your car saying that the brakes of the car have to be checked.

Father: Okay, so you go to the station by taking someone's car or by renting one? He will get great happiness.

Me: Hey, is that the girl who won't be able to come? Will come, why do you worry about taking a taxi or auto---

Father: Aren't you ashamed to say this? Despite having cars in the house, will the daughter of the house come by taxi or auto?

Me: Okay dad, you go, I have a lot of work, I can't go.

Father: Don't you care about your sister at all? If the sister gets married, does she become a stranger? Doesn't he have the right to love from all of us? Your sister has as much right in this house as you do. No daughter or sister becomes a stranger after leaving her maternal home.

Me - But she has become a stranger to me and only I have the right on this house.

Taadak… Taadak…

Suddenly father's hand rises on me and then mother comes.

Mummy: You should have some shame, you don't raise your hand on such a young son.

Father: Didn't you hear what he said? He calls his sister a stranger; this is the same sister who was not separated from him even for a moment - used to take care of him every moment. She would even save her pocket money and buy something for him. Even at the time of parting, she hugged her brother and cried more than us. And today he calls the same sister a stranger.

Me - (smiling) "Today is also aunt's birthday, isn't it, Papa?" She has come to this house many times, but every time she has come by auto. You never went to take her in your car...

It is true that today she is in poverty but yesterday she was also very rich. He has generously helped and supported you, me, this house. Aunty had also left this house, then what is the difference between Shivani Di and aunty. Shivani is my sister and aunt is also your sister.

"Papa" You are my guide, you are my hero but just because of this I cry every time alone. Just then the sound of a car stopping outside is heard.

By then father also started crying in the fire of remorse due to my words and I too, sister runs and hugs father and mother… but seeing his condition she asks what happened father?

Papa - Today your brother has become my father too.

Shivani - Oh crazy...!! New car right? It is very nice, I have driven it myself with the driver sitting behind and the color is also of my choice.

Me - "happy birthday to you Di..."

That car is yours and from us you get a "birthday gift.."!

Sister jumps with joy as soon as she hears it, and then "aunt" also comes inside.

Aunt - What brother, you too? No call, no news, you suddenly sent the car, I came running happily "It felt as if Papa is still alive.."

Here father looks at me with tears in his eyelids… and I signal father to remain silent.

Here aunt keeps saying how lucky I am. That "I got a brother like my father", May God grant me a brother like you in every birth...

"Papa-mom had come to know that... all this was Satyam's handiwork, but today once again seeing their relationships getting stronger, they started crying with joy from inside. They were now completely sure that...my dear Even after this, my son will always protect the relationships.

"Daughter and Sister"

These are two very precious words whose lifespan is very short. Because after marriage, daughter and sister become someone's wife, someone's sister-in-law and someone's daughter-in-law. Maybe... girls come to their parents' house for this very reason...

He would love to hear the words "daughter and sister" again!!