My wish

Anmol and Muktika Dr. Devere's Cancer Clinic came out. There was a dark shadow of concern on both of their faces, a sly smile. Anmol lit a cigarette and sat on the steering wheel. On the side, Muktika village girl started reading. Anmol had finished four cigars by the time the car arrived at Sukrit's porch. While getting down from the car, Muktika gr. A line from the poem in Kanye says, Spiritual teaching was going on at home. An eighty-year-old retired Acharya, Krantiveer Bhau Dusa used to come to teach Atmik. He was a great social worker. Since his retirement till date, he continued the trend of providing free education to many boys and girls. He was a Sanskrit scholar, a master of English.


He was a great scholar and scholar of six languages and other subjects. Muktika was a teacher in a convent school and engaged in Anmol shares business. There is no shortage of busy people working at home. But there was a lack of self-manners, culture and traditions in the house. The elders used to live in the village. Atmik used to see grandmother grandfather, uncle - aunt, uncle - aunt, atya in one of the tours of the year. He used to be happy to see the cow-calves, padas grazing in the courtyard, the hens picking grains, the pigeons, the big rooster, Money Maw and her chicks, the typical family of the Khandy dog, he used to be happy to see the unity of the birds and animals. He was mesmerized by the sound of parrots, sarikas, cuckoos. He used to miss seeing the crimson sun rising from the hilltop in the morning, while Aditya, setting pink in the evening in the river bed, left him happy. But it was all like a dream. He used to feel resentful coming to his father's 'Sukrit' bungalow in the city, but he was fond of the city's Acharya Bhau Dusanya. In the company of Dusane Guruji, he received the affection of a loving mother. One used to get support and confidence from elders. Because Dusane Baba used to teach him many metaphors - stories, poetry - verses, parables, fairy tales, epics, social culture lessons. That is why Atmik became adventurous, fearless, eloquent and fluent speaker. He became an art lover, a passionate judge. sunday day In the morning, three people were sitting at the dining table, the servants were busy at work. While tasting the breakfast, Atmik said, Dad... Why are you not taking my puppy now? Anmol could not answer anything. Atmik keeps asking the same question. And mommy says oh soul, what is this new? If they don't take yours, then who will they take? And the spirit said, "They take you. Because You are patient. I'm outspoken, Dad, hey your mouth smells like cigarettes. Can't stand it at all, so off my puppy. what dad Nobody wants to hear about cigarettes is their Marathi arrow. Anmol smiles cheekily looking at Atmik and lights a cigarette. After some time Atmik says, Baba will you grant me one wish? Anmol said, now there are so many things, games, clothes, computer CDs, what else do you want? And the soul said, Father, I don't want material things anymore. What I want is not expensive. He was a little deep. There was a silk curtain of tears on the eyes. Seeing his sattvic expression, Anmol said, speak, son, what do you want? Everything that is is yours and you are both of us.

We have taken it upon ourselves to fulfill your wishes. Atmik got up from the chair. He looked at his parents for a moment. He fed both of them one by one with his hand and started talking to Anmol with a compassionate look. Father, as I am your everything, so are you You are our god. My destiny is in your hands. Dad, even if you come late for a few hours due to work, your stomach gets lumpy. How much you pay attention to my health. Baba, why do you love me so much? Because of this selfless love of yours, our attention towards you is very close to you. Now Atmik's eyes were filled with tears. Tears began to sparkle under the pearl and he began to speak more deeply. Dad, when you come back from out of town, I always come to the railway station from anywhere, no matter what? But when you come home from abroad, I am present at the exact airport with mother. Don't forget to bring Atmik as you tell mother and I have always come to visit you, to sit on your lap, smiling. He swallowed a swallow. The dam of the eyes burst and tears started flowing down the cheeks. Approaching Baba, he exclaimed, Baba, don't make me come to the cancer hospital to see you. I will not be able to bear your visit there. Father, this is my desire. Will you complete it? If you don't want to leave us, you have to give up the cigarette and he started crying profusely. Anmol crushed the cigarette in his hand and threw the packet of cigarettes on the table through the window, he never had a cigarette in his hand again. The hands of Muktika and Atmik were hand in hand.