The friend ☺️

I had a son and a daughter and... and my legs were also gone. Ho Vahini..." She held down the dowry that had come. Then recovered after some time. We don't know what to say. I just sat there numb.

"Such is the life of a man. He lives in the world on dreams. I too painted many dreams of my life. The company of a householder, a husband and children, Daughter-in-law, grandson one no two. But the Lord had something else in mind. Now I live trying to forget it all... Let it go. Give me some water..." Mrs. Got up and went inside. I also followed her and came out after a while. "Did you ask me to make tea? I thought so me.” I laughed. To change the subject, I simply asked her - "How did you feel about my house?" As it is a bit old and worn…" "Hey boyfriend, a house is supposed to be a house. This house is his and this house is yours alone? It's your sister-in-law's, your two nephews' too." Mrs. No. Brought tea and poha. Without any hesitation, she took the bowl of poha in her hand and started eating slowly. In fact, she was not paying attention to food. I put the tea cup on the side table. To say something Mrs. Asked no “So after all that how did you come here – I mean Mumbai?” "What do you mean? What is the lack of good people in the society? It's just that we don't see it. At that time I was vulnerable, helpless, there was no one for me. Then a man like this gave me a helping hand. God came in his form. He considered me as a sister. Because his only sister died in the earthquake. He brought me here at his own expense. He took care of me for a few days, got me a job and gave me the strength to stand on my two legs. He was a great man." "Was it?" Mrs. He asked without stopping "It was, it was. Now it is not...." The swim was over. Soon Mrs. took the plate in his hand. I gave her tea. She said taking the cup in her hands "We always say that no one belongs to anyone in this world. But sometime along the path of life, someone meets and becomes ours. Like this one met me. This society has done me a lot. It has given me a lot. It has given me the will and courage to survive. . That's why I am still surviving. It is not possible for me to repay it in this life. In fact, every person has to give something to the society. Even if I say to give, how will I give? Because I have no legs and hands are limited. So benefactors. I have given my neck to society." She continued with a sigh
“Sometimes she goes to the temple and sings. Performs kirtan occasionally. I have only that much left to give to the society. Some at home are called Then goes to their house. If it's a long way home, she takes my boyfriend with her as a companion, and if anyone gives anything, she donates it to a disabled organization." She started crying. Her story touched us deeply. Mrs. No moved his hand from her back. At that time, pretending to remember something, she put her hand in the bag and took out two biscuits and gave them to Mrs. Handing it to said, "Give this food to your sparrows on my behalf. Say, Baba's girlfriend has given it. Tell them that Baba's girlfriend is not beautiful, not educated, not rich. But she loves you very much. Are you surprised to hear my condition? There is a reason. .They are at an age to garden happily, laugh, play, dream rosy dreams and most importantly have a girlfriend or boyfriend. If they had seen me, their perception of girlfriends would have changed. Both would have been upset. Vahini, this is your husband, my boyfriend about you. He is saying a lot. He loves you a lot. A mother's affection, a sister's love, a daughter's stubbornness and a friend's friendship are all summed up in the name 'wife'. It takes a lot of luck to get a wife like you..." “And to have a girlfriend like you Also…”
Mrs. His voice was hoarse. The eyes were slightly watery. A few moments passed like that. Mrs. what to Guess who knows? She bent down to greet her girlfriend. "No... No channel... I am not big enough for you to salute me. I am not even that worthy. If you want to salute me, do it to my boyfriend...

For this is like a banyan tree that rests the weary travelers under its head and gives strength to the onward journey. is great.”
Mrs. No looked at me and showed in action what could not be expressed in words. She held my hand and put her head on my shoulder and started crying. I patted her gently. Then I looked at my girlfriend and said, "If you don't say no, one thing for you Tell me?” "Speak?" "Sing a song. Girlfriend smiled. In fact, I did not understand whether she laughed or cried. She closed her eyes and started singing in a low voice. "He who has no world has God That is the weight of the baseless sky." I had a son and a daughter and... and my legs were also gone. Ho Vahini..." She held down the dowry that had come. Then recovered after some time. We don't know what to say. I just sat there numb. "Such is the life of a man. He lives in the world on dreams. I too painted many dreams of my life. The company of a householder, a husband and children, Daughter-in-law, grandson one no two. But the Lord had something else in mind. Now I live trying to forget it all... Let it go. Give me some water..." Mrs. Got up and went inside. I also followed her and came out after a while. "Did you ask me to make tea? I thought so me.” I laughed. To change the subject, I simply asked her - "How did you feel about my house?" As it is a bit old and worn…" "Hey boyfriend, a house is supposed to be a house. This house is his and this house is yours alone? It's your sister-in-law's, your two nephews' too." Mrs. No. Brought tea and poha. Without any hesitation, she took the bowl of poha in her hand and started eating slowly. In fact, she was not paying attention to food. I put the tea cup on the side table. To say something Mrs. Asked no “So after all that how did you come here – I mean Mumbai?” "What do you mean? What is the lack of good people in the society? It's just that we don't see it. At that time I was vulnerable, helpless, there was no one for me. Then a man like this gave me a helping hand. God came in his form. He considered me as a sister. Because his only sister died in the earthquake. He brought me here at his own expense. He took care of me for a few days, got me a job and gave me the strength to stand on my two legs. He was a great man." "Was it?" Mrs. He asked without stopping "It was, it was. Now it is not...." The swim was over. Soon Mrs. took the plate in his hand. I gave her tea. She said taking the cup in her hands "We always say that no one belongs to anyone in this world. But sometime along the path of life, someone meets and becomes ours. Like this one met me. This society has done me a lot. It has given me a lot. It has given me the will and courage to survive. . That's why I am still surviving. It is not possible for me to repay it in this life. In fact, every person has to give something to the society. Even if I say to give, how will I give? Because I have no legs and hands are limited. So benefactors. I have given my neck to society." She continued with a sigh “Sometimes she goes to the temple and sings. Performs kirtan occasionally. I have only that much left to give to the society. Some at home are called Then goes to their house. If it's a long way home, she takes my boyfriend with her as a companion, and if anyone gives anything, she donates it to a disabled organization." She started crying. Her story touched us deeply. Mrs. No moved his hand from her back. At that time, pretending to remember something, she put her hand in the bag and took out two biscuits and gave them to Mrs. Handing it to said, "Give this food to your sparrows on my behalf. Say, Baba's girlfriend has given it. Tell them that Baba's girlfriend is not beautiful, not educated, not rich. But she loves you very much. Are you surprised to hear my condition? There is a reason. .They are at an age to garden happily, laugh, play, dream rosy dreams and most importantly have a girlfriend or boyfriend. If they had seen me, their perception of girlfriends would have changed. Both would have been upset. Vahini, this is your husband, my boyfriend about you. He is saying a lot. He loves you a lot. A mother's affection, a sister's love, a daughter's stubbornness and a friend's friendship are all summed up in the name 'wife'. It takes a lot of luck to get a wife like you..." “And to have a girlfriend like you Also…” Mrs. His voice was hoarse. The eyes were slightly watery. A few moments passed like that. Mrs. what to Guess who knows? She bent down to greet her girlfriend. "No... No channel... I am not big enough for you to salute me. I am not even that worthy. If you want to salute me, do it to my boyfriend... For this is like a banyan tree that rests the weary travelers under its head and gives strength to the onward journey. is great.” Mrs. No looked at me and showed in action what could not be expressed in words. She held my hand and put her head on my shoulder and started crying. I patted her gently. Then I looked at my girlfriend and said, "If you don't say no, one thing for you Tell me?” "Speak?" "Sing a song. Girlfriend smiled. In fact, I did not understand whether she laughed or cried. She closed her eyes and started singing in a low voice. "He who has no world has God That is the weight of the baseless sky."