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Children's
Story Writing is a good creative outlet and can be used to
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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. |
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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