Category: Tears Around!!!!

How many times Do we think before doing anything???…..I read this article and found it worth sharing……..This story is from the point of the unknown author…..Hope you all understand the message behind this short story…..
I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old..

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, are
you sure I don’t have enough money?”

I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’ His eyes were so sad while saying this.
‘My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister…”

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’ Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly….

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough.’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” ‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever…

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.


The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving…..


This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “
The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.

The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!

( I don’t know the original source of this article….I read it somewhere and found it really compelling enough to be shared with you all….Hope this story touches your heart as much as it touched mine….)

A Letter To My Father!!!!

My Dear Father,

I really don’t remember when we both sat down and had a Talk…A real Father and Son Talk…I don’t even remember when was the last time You sat down with me and strolled my head and asked if I was having Good times in my Life…But Today,when I’m so very Far Away from you and mom…from everyone else at home…I thought that May be this is last chance I’ll get to talk to you.That’s why I’m writing this letter…

When I was kid,I saw other boys in our village going to school…I wanted to go with them…I wanted to learn…To write…To read…To be amongst those boys and be Educated…I wanted to be Doctor or Engineer…I wanted Respect…From this society…For me and for everyone in our family…I wanted to feel the pride in Mother’s eyes when she walked through the village and others talked about her having such GOOD SON…I wanted all of this…

But all You gave me was Refusal…While I wanted books in my hands…You gave me away to that Hotel Owner who lived down the lane…So that he made me slog…Slog like dogs…To be bitten at his hands…To be starved…To be hit and not be able to utter a word of protest…I wanted to scream…when he had burn my hands with Hot charcoal…for not doing job fast…But i could not Scream…Because if even i let out shrill sound..I would not get food for 3-4 days…

So I ran away Father…Because I could no longer take in torture to pay for your luxuries…Your whole and sole reason of being alive…ALCOHOL…I know you must have beat Mother blue and black,thinking that She let me go…But trust me Father…It was not her…You were only reason for my running away and never coming back….Today,I have come away so far…That although I want to return,I can’t Father….

Hmmm…After I ran away,I was wondering on the streets…That was when UNCLE found me…He took me home…Only this home was different…It was full of guys who were preparing…For what seemed like some battle…Guns and ammunition all around…I didn’t understand anything Father…But then Uncle fed me food…For the 1st time in my life…I had food that tasted GOOD…Then he asked me if I wanted to learn…And I said Yes instantly…Only then I didn’t know that this Education will cost me my LIFE!!!!

Years passed by and I studied at best places in world…Uncle made sure that I got best education…Taught me about JIHAD…Only then I didn’t understand Father,that I was just being grown up as Guinea Pig…I did not understand that JIHAD,Uncle taught me was all wrong…I played game to most of their plans…Helped them blew off innocent people…took so many lives…that today I’m ashamed of my Existence….

Dear Father,This is my last letter to you…Because today,I’m in jail…being tried for all that I did,unknowingly….Father,that’s why I’m writing this letter to you…Please Father….don’t push My little Brother and My two little sisters into this dungeon…So that they would not Run away from Home….and become WHAT I HAVE BECOME!!!!

It was not my fault….I wanted only education…For that sure enough I’ll pay hefty prize…With my life….But I want my mistakes to be a lesson for all youngsters who don’t know exact meaning of Jihad…Please Father,Don’t hate me for what I’m today….Because I never intended to be this…I only wanted to be learned…NOT THIS!!!!

Remembering You all in my last moments,

Your Son,

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

Are You The RAINS???

I was walking down d lane,

When you touched my cheeks,

Only when I looked up to gaze,

It was Rains…Not You!!!!

The Soil smelled like Heaven,

The Sky was all filled with Colours,

I looked around for You…

But only memories Rocked me!!!!

I could see the Sun above,

Below The Sky was still Crying,

At a distance,I saw bow of colours!!!

But Saw Your Image there Instead!!!!

I had always wished,

That it Rains all d year around!!!

My love for you ws also

Forever…which ends NEVER!!

But now The Rains are gone,

May be I was Wrong,

Because You are also gone,

Like the RAINS,

Was my Love all in Vain???

©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

The world seemed my domain,

When u were Here,

But now it seems a dream nt so near!!!

Everything was a success,

When u were Here,

But now failure is al that seems near!!!

Life was all about LOVE,

When u were Here,

But now even that feeling is not near!!!

You had promised me the sky

When u were Here,

But now even the land has skipped my grounds,


©Krishnaveni Balasubramanian

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