A small story of sacrifice

sometimes, little child teaches us what we couldn’t ever imagine.
this small story is 1 of those which teaches the reality of love, and how self-less it is.


A small story of sacrifice

author unknown.

My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’               

 I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front  

 Of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She   

 Particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice! I cleared my

 Throat, and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear.                                                                                      

  Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.  ‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of

 This. But, you should…’  Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire   curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’……. ….Oh sure,  

 Darling’…. ‘Promise? ‘……..  ………   ‘Promise’. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.         
               

 ‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’, my daughter insisted. My wife put her hand on  Sindu’s, muttering ‘Promise’.                                                                                          

 Now I became a bit anxious.  ‘Sindu dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that 

 Kind of money right now.  OK?’ No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.                                 
   

 I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eats something that she detested.                                      

 After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her………  ….’Dad, I want  

 To have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.  ‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved    

 Off? Impossible!’ ‘Never in our family!’ had my mother rasped Shee has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally  

 Spoiled with these TV programs!’   Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’                                 

 ‘No, Dad. I do not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality. ‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I      

 Tried to plead with her. ‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’. Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I
ask      

 For. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King  Harish Chandra, and its moral that we should honor   

 Our promises no matter what?’                                                                                                                  

 It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’  ‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.                 

 ‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’                              

 With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.                                                                                                                      

 On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned       

 Around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please   

 Wait for me!’  What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.                                              

 ‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,’ that boy who is   

 Walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not

 Attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back  

 To school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. ‘Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that   

 She will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!                                   
                          

 Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’                                                             

 I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!’                              

 *The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love…*

Live who live for others; the rest are more dead than alive.”

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3 Responses to A small story of sacrifice

  1. AANCHAL AGRAWAL says:

    beautiful article

  2. nikita says:

    sweet 🙂
    love it!

  3. vinod benjamin says:

    dear sir, it was tuching and fantastic,we should also learn to be as child in mind.

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