Hi,
today i would like to narrate to u a small story which was narrated by one fine friend of mine Mr. Saravanan while talking about the temperaments of human mind...am not going to say here something about psychology but the pure love and affection on whose support the whole human race is still existing.....the story goes on in his own words......
Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 4 year old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight and he became infuriated when the small child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree.
Nevertheless the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said "This is for you Daddy. "
He was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction... He opened the box and his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
Then he yelled at her:
"DON'T YOU KNOW when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside of it???"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,
Oh Daddy it's not empty, I blew kisses into the box, all for you Daddy.
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her for forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box near his bed for years.
Whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
Money was tight and he became infuriated when the small child tried to decorate a box to put under the tree.
Nevertheless the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said "This is for you Daddy. "
He was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction... He opened the box and his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
Then he yelled at her:
"DON'T YOU KNOW when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside of it???"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,
Oh Daddy it's not empty, I blew kisses into the box, all for you Daddy.
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her for forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box near his bed for years.
Whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense each of us has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Now u might reasonably wonder what connection does this story have in regard to the relation between the two great countries. Here i would like to insist that the humanity relies solely upon the emotional attachments among the people, for the people. Whatever caste, creed the human race may be, the love and affection which exists within every individual is the one which is maintaining the relations amongst human beings. And since the country is made up of people, better ,the people in their self, the better will be the country in its perspective. As every lover might say , "Only those love stories are remembered which have ended in tragedy".
So, .....dont forget to post ur comments , coz its the love.......
hai dear manikandan,
ReplyDeletevery nice to read this article & the contents abt the love are fine.I congratulate U for obtaining 3rd place & i wish U to hv first place.
with love & regards,
SARAVANAN.