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  • jaan_matt
    Weindianvip
    • Jan 2007
    • 713

    sniff snif story .. episode 1 .. jm

    How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right
    away 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.
    And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me'

    I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. 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
    slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion.

    Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, 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 eat 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!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of
    television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV
    programs!'

    Sindumma, 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
    Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour 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 honour her own.
    Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

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

    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 have taught me
    what Love is !!'
  • meerahul
    • Oct 2006
    • 158

    #2
    now that is....love!.....itz very correct.....sacrifices shud b made...
    " Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation..... "

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    • appoos10
      • Dec 2007
      • 173

      #3
      Re: sniff snif story .. episode 1 .. jm

      danx 4 this

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