If prayer is you talking to God, then intuition is God talking to you.
Sitting on the chair with a magazine in his hand, Prakash let his thoughts wander to the most trying time of his life. Coming from a low middle class family, he had seen his parents struggling hard to make both ends meet, but it had no actual effect on him.
Life for him at that time was a rosy picture, not understanding what the family was going through. he would be in his own dream world. Mind full of ideas, hands full with friends.............enjoying each and every moment. Life meant just fun and partying.
Failure in his exams, not just once but twice....had jolted him, the scorn of the family was intolerable. Being at home was torture, day in and day out hearing taunts was killing him and to top it all the comparison with the younger sister, who was the apple of every one's eye, was suffocating.
He ran away from home, whatever money he had with him,he found was sufficient for just two days...... In movies he had seen how people have made it with sheer hard work.
Well he found how hard it was....sitting on a bench at a local eating joint he saw a boy cleaning utensils.
Prakash had tears in his eyes, he missed his mom's food, his father's scoldings, his sister's fight. He wanted to go back home but his ego wasn't allowing him to do so.
Suddenly he found a girl, sitting besides him, smiling at him telling him that it was all right. He cried and cried till he had no more tears left.... She asked him what his problem was and he let out his pent up feelings, She just kept listening and in the end she just told him to follow his heart.
He suddenly woke up from his sleep and realized this could happen to him, it was just a dream..........but one which taught him to rise to the occassion. He went and hugged his parents and with full determination he started afresh.
Today while he was sipping his coffee he wondered, what a long and winding road he had taken but it was worth the while, his grand children were calling out to him.........
Prakash often thinks of the dream and the girl, she must have been an angel, who had showered love and affection on him..........
Sitting on the chair with a magazine in his hand, Prakash let his thoughts wander to the most trying time of his life. Coming from a low middle class family, he had seen his parents struggling hard to make both ends meet, but it had no actual effect on him.
Life for him at that time was a rosy picture, not understanding what the family was going through. he would be in his own dream world. Mind full of ideas, hands full with friends.............enjoying each and every moment. Life meant just fun and partying.
Failure in his exams, not just once but twice....had jolted him, the scorn of the family was intolerable. Being at home was torture, day in and day out hearing taunts was killing him and to top it all the comparison with the younger sister, who was the apple of every one's eye, was suffocating.
He ran away from home, whatever money he had with him,he found was sufficient for just two days...... In movies he had seen how people have made it with sheer hard work.
Well he found how hard it was....sitting on a bench at a local eating joint he saw a boy cleaning utensils.
Prakash had tears in his eyes, he missed his mom's food, his father's scoldings, his sister's fight. He wanted to go back home but his ego wasn't allowing him to do so.
Suddenly he found a girl, sitting besides him, smiling at him telling him that it was all right. He cried and cried till he had no more tears left.... She asked him what his problem was and he let out his pent up feelings, She just kept listening and in the end she just told him to follow his heart.
He suddenly woke up from his sleep and realized this could happen to him, it was just a dream..........but one which taught him to rise to the occassion. He went and hugged his parents and with full determination he started afresh.
Today while he was sipping his coffee he wondered, what a long and winding road he had taken but it was worth the while, his grand children were calling out to him.........
Prakash often thinks of the dream and the girl, she must have been an angel, who had showered love and affection on him..........
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