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Content Tip
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Children's
Story Writing is a good creative outlet and can be used
to inspire others.
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My
Little God
One
day evening on my way back home, I saw a poor boy pleading every
one of us to buy his flutes. No body was ready to buy them. He cried
and pleaded every one. We all offered him some money. But he refused
to take. He said if you want to do something for me just buy these
flutes. I felt very bad because I could not do anything for that
poor boy who kept saying I do not want alms I am not a beggar, I
just want to sell these flutes so that I can get some money for
my family.
When I reached home I narrated that incident to my husband and I
said god would help that poor boy. Much to my surprise, my son,
who heard everything, came and asked me where is God? Who is god?
How does he help others? Can God help me too in doing my homework?
I told him God is in heavens and he takes care of everybody because
he knows everything and he is almighty, but he cannot help you with
your homework. Pat came the next question if God is in heavens how
does he come down and helps everyone? I told him son God helps us
through somebody. Some body or other comes and help us when we need
God. It was his last question that left me totally speechless. He
asked then why did not God help that boy through you?
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I could not
sleep the whole night. I kept thinking and cursing my self
I should have bought his flutes and helped him after all I
was ready to offer him money which he refused. I could have
helped him. My conscience was pricking me. I could not sleep.
Next morning, when I got ready for work, my eyes were searching
for that little boy who I saw last evening, with the determination
of buying his flutes and helping him. This continued for many
days but it was of no avail. Then I realized god gives everyone
chance to bring about happiness in others’ lives and be a
Messiah to somebody. But we fail to grab this opportunity.
We are always searching for something bigger, something better
and that quest never ends. But we lose these little moments
of making the world a beautiful place.
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The days passed and
I almost forgot about this incident. I was busy in my own world;
completely unaware of what is cooking in my son’s mind. He gave
importance to each and every word of mine “God helps through somebody
or the other.” He started taking his small toys in school bag and
giving to his friends. When I became angry he said my friends don’t
have the toys that I have and I am just helping them because God
wanted to help them through me. My anger vanished and I hugged him
and kept staring at the innocence and the God like radiance on his
face. He made me to defy the old saying “ God cannot reach everywhere
so he made mother.” I feel God has made kids to remind us of his
existence.
Contributing Story Teller
Anju Kotwani, is a freelance writer and likes to pen down
her thoughts on day to day events.
anjukotwani@gmail.com
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