From the pen APN
It is a cold winter night and the
mother is patting the child to sleep with all her motherly warmth. The sleepy
eyes of the child are slowly closing down with utmost contentment because he
feels safe and secure in the love of his mother. The child looks like a little angel who is
sleeping in pure peace, joy and innocence. A world of many new dreams and hopes sleep in
the child and the father prays the sunshine of God’s grace to make the child’s
dreams blossom with the beauty of a smiling flower. Every night, the father and
mother look at the little one together and renew their resolution to give the
child the best parental care and love whatever odds they may face in life.
Both the father and mother feel
great joy when the child utters a new word, learns a new expression, holds the
pencil for first time, demands a toy or does something which they discover for
first time.
But one day a so called quack came
(who thinks that he knows a lot many things of everything). And he looked at
the child’s eyes and declared superfluously, “From the eyes, I learn that the
child has a weak brain. He should be given Chavanprash (of a particular brand)
to correct the things.” The words flew
like an arrow and hurt both the father and mother at the most sensitive part of
their hearts. The quack left the house and for a moment everything was silent.
Now the child came running, held
his father’s legs tightly demanding his father to lift him to the air so that
he will giggle in joy while landing into his father’s lap. The father flung the
child into the air and the room was filled with the joyful giggles of a little
angel. Both the father and mother looked into the eyes of the child and could
see that the eyes were the most beautiful things they have ever see and those
eyes had the star-shine that shone brilliantly for them.
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