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Rated: 13+ · Book · Experience · #2171316
As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book
Evolution of Love Part 2
September 25, 2024 at 7:37pm
September 25, 2024 at 7:37pm
#1077285
Once Ashish was travelling by train in A/c class. He was traveling from Manmad to Bangalore!
He was traveling alone!
Some time later, a Beautiful lady came and sat in the opposite berth!
Ashish was pleasantly Happy!
The lady kept smiling at him! This made Ashish even more Happy!
Then she went and sat next to him!
Ashish was bubbling with Joy!
She then leant towards him and whispered in his ear " Hand over all your valuables, cash, cards, mobile phone to me
else I will shout and tell everybody that you are harassing and misbehaving with me"
Ashish stared blankly at her!
He took out a paper and a pen from his bag and wrote " I can not hear or speak. You write on this paper whatever you want to say"
The lady wrote everything what she said earlier and gave it to him!
Ashish took her note, kept it in his pocket!
He got up and told her in clear tones..."Now shout & scream!!"
MORAL OF THE STORY : *DOCUMENTATION IS VERY IMPORTANT*
😄😀😄
September 25, 2024 at 2:38am
September 25, 2024 at 2:38am
#1077251
Physical desires are at its peak in youth, and the first 20 years pass in a moment. And then the job search begins 🌼

Not this, not that, not near, not far. After changing many jobs one gets a stability job. First paycheck as soon as handy,

The cheque gets deposited in the bank and then the game of zeros begins. Few more years go by, and the zero in the banks start increasing.

Married at 25 and life has a new beginning. Early years are full of pink dreams—walking hand in hand, getting lost in dreamworld. Then the baby hits and the crib starts swinginging. Now full attention focuses on childcare—waking, feeding, sleeping. Time is not known.

Meanwhile, hands leave, talks and stop moving. She gets busy with baby, and I at work. The cycle of houses, car installments, child's education, future concerns, and the bank zero increase begins.

At 35, there is an emptiness in mind despite having everything. The irritation grows, and I start to stay lost in myself. The child grows up, and never know when the 10th exam comes and goes.

The zero in the banks continue to increase till the age of 40. One day, lost in the old memories I said, Come, sit close, let's go for a roam. He looked at me with strange eyes and said,

Now at this age, things are so much work here. "Then she snatched her pallu and went away.

At 45, glasses go on, hair turn white and life falls into confusion. Son goes to college and the zero in the bank keeps growing.

As the age of 50, exit plans stop. Medicine time is fixed. Children grow up and get busy with their lives.

One day, the son told over the phone that he was married abroad and will stay there now. He advised to spend bank zeros in old age home.

I enjoyed the cool breeze sitting on the sofa while she was busy in worship. I said, come on, let's talk with hand in hand again today. He answered,

Just arrived. "Happiness glimpse on my face, eyes filled with tears. But then suddenly the glare of the eye faded, and I was forever calm.

He finished worship and came to me. What were you saying? She asked, but I couldn't say anything. She touched my body—I was cold. He looked into the zero for a moment, then got up and lit an incense in the house of worship,

And sat back on the sofa. Holding my cold hand said, Come on, where do you want to go? What are the things to do? Tears came to her eyes. She kept watching me, the stream of tears kept flowing.

My head weight fell on her shoulder. Cool breeze was still blowing. Is this the life?

🌼Learning🌼

From this story we should understand that the true happiness of life is not in wealth, but in love, understanding and moments spent together. 🙌❣️


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