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To Dear Mother

October 4, 2011

A bouquet of flowers.

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This is a story About ‘love towards mother’, I intend to share this little story to pay homage to the wonderful and one-of-a-kind gift that god gave us all…Mother.

 

It was Mother’s Day. Hemant was driving down the country road and enjoying the bounties of nature. The road was lonely and the traffic was less. The trees on both sides danced with the wind and protected the street from the hot rays of the sun like a guardian. Hemant was at peace listening to the birds warbling early in the morning. The colourful flower shop adjacent to the road attracted his attention. He stopped his car, got out and took a closer look at some of the flowers displayed. There were bouquets of red, pink and yellow roses arranged neatly on the shelves. Every bouquet had a beautiful ‘Mother’s Day’ greeting card attached to it.

Hemant thought about his loving mother who lived two hundred miles away. He chose a nice bouquet of pink roses, signed the greeting card and requested the shopkeeper to courier it to his mother the same day. Just before he got into his car, he noticed a small, cute girl standing next to the shop. She was counting the currencies in her hand. She seemed a little upset.

He went up to her and asked, “Can I help you?” She replied in a choked voice, “I want to buy some red roses for my mother. But I have only eighty rupees whereas the bouquet costs one hundred rupees.” Hemant smiled and asked her to accompany him to the shop. He bought a big bouquet of red roses for the little one. She thanked him profusely. He patted her and bid her goodbye.

While leaving the shop, he offered her a ride. She was elated and said, “Yes, please take me to my mother.” He was thrilled as he could see her eyes sparkling with happiness. The girl showed him the way, which finally led to a cemetery. She disembarked from his car, gave him a hug and said, “Thank you Uncle”. Then she ran to her mother’s grave, knelt down and placed the bouquet on the freshly dug grave. Hemant was speechless for a minute. He immediately made a U turn and drove back to the same flower shop, took the bouquet of pink roses from the vendor and drove down two hundred miles, at one stretch, to meet his beloved mother.

He handed over the bouquet to his mother, gave her a tight hug and said, “I love you, Ma.”


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2 Comments leave one →
  1. October 4, 2011 8:50 pm

    Enjoyed the heart-wrenching twist, a lovely tribute to “Ma”s all over the world!

    • October 5, 2011 2:37 pm

      I am glad you Liked it 🙂

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