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The HiDDen TruTh💥
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The letter carried brief instructions: 'Meet me at the corner of the street', it read. But who was it from?
I walked all my way to the corner of the street.
There... I saw a man who might be nearly 30 -40 years of age.
He looks very strong with a very fit and healthy body.
He called me and asked me to show him the way to a sweet shop.
He didn't know where the sweet shop is,because he is new to this place.
The sweet shop was half kilometer distant from the place where we stood.
I said okey and started walking ..he followed me....
On the way.. he asked my name and also about my life so far...
I started to tell him : " My name is Aryan and I am 20 years old. My mother died when I was nearly 10 year old. I lived with my maternal grand father. when I was a 7 year old boy ... I was teased by my school students since I don't know who my father is... my neighbours used to ask my mom why my father left me and my mother in my grand father's home... sometime my neighbours also used to tease my mother and laugh at her saying : " your husband left you..so sad ( in a very teasing manner)"
I dont know why...I got a very bad impression on my father.
He left me and my mother alone...
One day I came back home crying ... I started shouting that my father is a devil.
my mother hit me ,for saying that my father is devil, which made me cry more and more. later my mother huged me and said that my father is a brave and a very good person.
But, I dont like him.
He left us when I was a kid.
He dont love us.
He don't care about us.
He didn't even come to see us ....atleast to know that we are alive or not.
I just dont like him...
Infact I feel really shameful to be born as his son...
Later...even my grandfather died due to heart stroke.
My neighbours helped me in conducting his death ceremonies...I was 17 when he died.
The house I am living in is actually my grand father's house.He wrote a "will" on my name when he was alive.
so, after my grand father's death, the house's ownership got transferred to my name.
One of my neighbour asked me to work as his assistant in his company and now I am a well paid worker their.
All the people around me helped me in some or the other way..
I didn't wanted anything from my dad except his love and affection.Unfortunately its ....it's not in my fate.
I hate him ... "
later I thought of asking about him... but.. we actually arrived at the sweet shop.
It seems that the man got a little emotional after hearing to my story ...
He asked me what sweet do I like.....
He purchased one kg of my favourite sweet and smiled.
He said sorry...
I asked : "why?"
He said :"for troubling you."
I said :" Its okey sir."
Later he left.
I came back to my street... and waited for some time for that letter person.
Later I came back to home thinking that the letter person might have left.
After 10 days,I got a letter .
It said :
From
Your wellwisher
I am very sorry.
My dear... I thought of surprising you ....
but, after hearing your opinion on me ..I felt very much embarrassed .
I didnt leave you and your mother.
The circumstances are such that I was unable to support you.
That doesnt mean I didnt love you.
I don't know whether it is right to say that the house you are living in is gifted by me to your grand father and told him to write a will on your name.
I was unable to spend time with you..I accept it..
I am sorry for not being a good/ eligible father to a wonderful son.
yours lovingly
your unfit father."
I was confused... Later I got a delivery of a box which contained an army dress and other belongings...
I was unable to understand what was happening .
Later I saw a news which said : 6 soldiers died in a mission to protect our country headed by Armani... Armani was a great soldier.He left his home, leaving his wife and a boy child to sacrifice his entire life to protect our country.Hats off to these great soldiers."
Later I realised ...
That the man I met that day was my father .
He is a soldier.
He left us to join in army and he was a great soldier.
After I realized this... I couldn't stop crying.
MORAL:
NEVER JUDGE WITHOUT KNOWING THE TRUTH.
~DBK
© All Rights Reserved
The letter carried brief instructions: 'Meet me at the corner of the street', it read. But who was it from?
I walked all my way to the corner of the street.
There... I saw a man who might be nearly 30 -40 years of age.
He looks very strong with a very fit and healthy body.
He called me and asked me to show him the way to a sweet shop.
He didn't know where the sweet shop is,because he is new to this place.
The sweet shop was half kilometer distant from the place where we stood.
I said okey and started walking ..he followed me....
On the way.. he asked my name and also about my life so far...
I started to tell him : " My name is Aryan and I am 20 years old. My mother died when I was nearly 10 year old. I lived with my maternal grand father. when I was a 7 year old boy ... I was teased by my school students since I don't know who my father is... my neighbours used to ask my mom why my father left me and my mother in my grand father's home... sometime my neighbours also used to tease my mother and laugh at her saying : " your husband left you..so sad ( in a very teasing manner)"
I dont know why...I got a very bad impression on my father.
He left me and my mother alone...
One day I came back home crying ... I started shouting that my father is a devil.
my mother hit me ,for saying that my father is devil, which made me cry more and more. later my mother huged me and said that my father is a brave and a very good person.
But, I dont like him.
He left us when I was a kid.
He dont love us.
He don't care about us.
He didn't even come to see us ....atleast to know that we are alive or not.
I just dont like him...
Infact I feel really shameful to be born as his son...
Later...even my grandfather died due to heart stroke.
My neighbours helped me in conducting his death ceremonies...I was 17 when he died.
The house I am living in is actually my grand father's house.He wrote a "will" on my name when he was alive.
so, after my grand father's death, the house's ownership got transferred to my name.
One of my neighbour asked me to work as his assistant in his company and now I am a well paid worker their.
All the people around me helped me in some or the other way..
I didn't wanted anything from my dad except his love and affection.Unfortunately its ....it's not in my fate.
I hate him ... "
later I thought of asking about him... but.. we actually arrived at the sweet shop.
It seems that the man got a little emotional after hearing to my story ...
He asked me what sweet do I like.....
He purchased one kg of my favourite sweet and smiled.
He said sorry...
I asked : "why?"
He said :"for troubling you."
I said :" Its okey sir."
Later he left.
I came back to my street... and waited for some time for that letter person.
Later I came back to home thinking that the letter person might have left.
After 10 days,I got a letter .
It said :
From
Your wellwisher
I am very sorry.
My dear... I thought of surprising you ....
but, after hearing your opinion on me ..I felt very much embarrassed .
I didnt leave you and your mother.
The circumstances are such that I was unable to support you.
That doesnt mean I didnt love you.
I don't know whether it is right to say that the house you are living in is gifted by me to your grand father and told him to write a will on your name.
I was unable to spend time with you..I accept it..
I am sorry for not being a good/ eligible father to a wonderful son.
yours lovingly
your unfit father."
I was confused... Later I got a delivery of a box which contained an army dress and other belongings...
I was unable to understand what was happening .
Later I saw a news which said : 6 soldiers died in a mission to protect our country headed by Armani... Armani was a great soldier.He left his home, leaving his wife and a boy child to sacrifice his entire life to protect our country.Hats off to these great soldiers."
Later I realised ...
That the man I met that day was my father .
He is a soldier.
He left us to join in army and he was a great soldier.
After I realized this... I couldn't stop crying.
MORAL:
NEVER JUDGE WITHOUT KNOWING THE TRUTH.
~DBK
© All Rights Reserved
