Skip to main content

STORY 3: LETTER FROM GOD

Hi everyone,

Since you have been reading and supporting so much, I feel obliged to do this. Some of my readers suggested me to write something impactful on a serious social issue. So I have come up with a short story. Share this story if you agree.

Happy reading ♥️

THE STORY …


"Hanuman, you know it right, where to deliver this?"
"Yes, Lord. I have stamped the address in my mind. I'll deliver it exactly where you want."
"Good. I trust you. Let me read it once again. I have heard that you get trolled a lot even for a slightest mistake. Don't know what has happened to people these days ..."


Dear child Narendra,


I tried to connect you many times but due to some unknown reasons I couldn't convey my message to you. I guess I'll have to talk to my colleague gods so that we can also develop a communication system like humans. That small big thing that you keep in your pocket is pretty cool.  

Well I have a very crucial thing to discuss with you. Since you are the Prime Minister and you helm the party, also that you call yourself, sevak of Janata, then I should be writing this to you.

I heard one of your friend talking about building a new home for me at my birthplace Ayodhya. Ram Mandir, as he called it. I am very sorry to say but I  doubt it if I would like to live there. 

You see Hanuman managed (he is a pro at that) to get a copy of 2011 census and told me that around 1.77 million people in India are homeless, that is 0.5% of total population of India. How can I live in a new home when my own children are sleeping hither - thither without anything to cover their body? Whether it's a rainy day or a shivering winter night, they have spent all the seasons laying below the naked sky. But not more please. Build a home for my homeless children.


STORY 3: LETTER FROM GOD


Hanuman also pointed to the data that 2.2 million people are mentally challenged.  My child, that's a huge number! I have seen people treating mentally challenged people worse than animals. Please don't get stone blind to them. You tell me, do  I need a new home more than them? Build a care centre for them if you can.

If this is not enough, you can build a school where child of every religion can get educated. It's distressful to see small children loitering without a vision when you know how dark is their future without education.

You can build a hospital where my poor children can get cure of their  agonisingly painful diseases. It's gut wrenching to see them waking every morning with a desire to die every night.

You can build a vocational centre where my distressed jobless children can get more skilled. One employed member is equivalent to a happy prosperous  family. And a happy prosperous family means a happy prosperous nation. Isn't that what you want?

You can do a lot for your people. Please don't spend on me. I don't need it. I am happy living in your heart. That's the right place for me.

Moreover, would I be happy living in a place that has witnessed so much violence in the name of religion? For one second, keeping your political agendas aside, think of this - Is the history more necessary for you than the future of the nation?

Trust me my child, it's not worth it. See around you. My children are living an excruciating life. They are dying without living. They need Ayodhya more than me. Please help them.

Bless you.
Ram

"I don't think there are any mistakes."
Hanuman grinned.

"Hopefully, he'll understand ..." 


Comments

  1. its awesome.... the way you write about mentally challenged patients... and behavior of people against them is speechless.... while reading this I have tears in my eyes... keep it up dear.. love you a lot 😘

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hats off to your thought! The story is narrated so beautifully and it's relevant to present chaos.
    Keep going it's just a beginning!
    Lots of Love to you❤

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you so much for your appreciation 😃

      Delete

Post a Comment

Please do not enter any spam link.

Popular posts from this blog

STORY 1: DREAM, DARE AND DAD!

Hey there, this is my first story on this blog. This is a true story inspired by an episode of my life. I chose to write about this because I wanted to give you a hint of how it feels if you don't open up to your parents about your dreams and aims in life at right point of time.   Hopefully, this will be an inspirational story  that will inspire you to talk to your parents about anything you wish to talk about. Happy Reading ♥️ THE STORY … Everyone was glued to the computer screen as if someone would show up and say "Hey!!! Your work is done. You have shattered her dreams. Congratulations!!!" I rolled my eyes at the screen and informed (myself more than everybody around) about the mail being received by the person on the other end. I stood up, saw the needles of clock (it was 11 past something at night) and I went to bed. I could hear my siblings chattering and my parents muttering in the room. Finding it unbearable, I chose to put a pillow ov...

STORY 2 : HER STORY

Hey readers! Here's another true story  for you. This one is a love story that may leave you in awe. I just wanted to share this story with you because this story is about a very near and dear one.  Happy Reading ♥️ THE STORY ... "No, don't!" I was startled by her voice. She took the boulder that I had lifted over upto my forehead and kept it aside. "How will I crack this dadi?" I pouted and held the walnut to show her. I was just six. She took my walnut, smacked it thrice on the same boulder and to my astonishment, it cracked open! My walnut! She could see the joy on my face. She stood up and went somewhere inside (I don't know to which corner of house because I  was busy eating the recently cracked thing) to come back with a handful of walnuts. Wow!! More walnuts!! I dropped what I had in my hands and reached for the new ones with my eyes wide open spilling the sudden surge of happiness. DADI. It should be an epithet for patience,...

STORY 5: COFFEE

Hello folks! Today's story is a special story. There are times when I feel an urge to write to just lift up my mood. This is that kind of story. You can call this a self love story . Hopefully, this will give a freshness to your soul.  Happy reading ♥️ THE STORY ... Before leaving, I had double checked up on myself in the mirror. My d ress was fine. I had carefully applied the kajal. Also the lipstick shade was okay. I am not a pro at these makeup things but I guess, I was up to the mark (hopefully). I was still not sure. Do I really want this? I have been away from  this person  for so long that now I don't feel acquainted with  this person . So technically, you can say we are strangers now. And I am so reckless with strangers that I am confident, this meeting is going to be a disaster. But then everything around me these days, is almost a disaster. I am absolutely ready for one more. I checked my phone. 10:30 AM. I am not late. I could fe...