Story-268 "BREAKING DREAMS" Part-2

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In the ashram, all those who lived in the ashram had their own, some kind of sorrows, but their mutual goodwill, their mutual good conduct, had laid them both in the same way. Both had the hope of returning home. Aruna said, "See Manno, when you come to take my son, you will also go with me. I will not leave you alone in this ashram. "

"Yes, why not, if my son comes to take me, then?" I will never think in my mind; But the optimistic view of Aruna was also somewhere in that, a fire of hope was somewhere that perhaps his sons felt the need for them. How many rains came, how many sages came, how many Holiiwali came, but they did not come, who were waiting. Each year, on the occasion of Diwali, Aruna used every crackers Jojo loved her children. But the firecrackers would have been burnt without burns.

Holi was colorless every year, where did she go, Abirigulal, the pitchworks filled with red color? Even in the ashram, the gozhi was made on Holi, Abirigulal also came, but he used to remember his Holi. 15 days before, papad, chips, rice sav etc. were made, dish started becoming a week before, matharias, cashew nuts, pulses, gujia, curd and not even know what. People used to praise the food made by him, and he felt that his hard work was successful. Where are the golden days gone? Whether life-long could have been so colorless, he did not even imagine this, but now that the truth was standing in front of them both. Both of them were immersed in their own gum but did not leave each other together. After accepting this bitter truth of life, disillusionment had not yet happened. Hope and hope, memories and memories ... This was the heritage of those of them.

"Manno, will you do me a job?"

"What, do not you say, what is left to do what you have to do?" Manno smiled but looked at Aruna and agreed. She was admiring in void, as if walking away from this world in a strange world. He did not pay attention to Mannoo's humor and began to say, "I used to make serial string for my daughter-in-law's daughter-in-law. Thought, will give it to me in the face but it seems that the time is too late to come, and now I do not even have the time. I think, will it ever be in my life? Probably not, how much life is left now? "

"Good Aruna, tell one thing, we mothers irrigate their veins of their children, give them life, they are willing to sacrifice their dreams for their happiness, they introduce them to all relationships. . Can the same child be so silent? "Manno said.

Aruna could not say anything. He only kept on giving his hand the exhortation. What could he do? What can one blindly show the path to the other blind? He took Manorama and came to his room. Opened a small box, out of which a small red sweater for the newborn was removed, the cap and the small socks and a small milk glass.

"See Manno, this is a little piece of my imagination. When I touch these things, it seems like a little padded little lovely face is playing in my lap, repeatedly removing the springs and knocking on the side. Still, the raw milk comes from these ingredients. This is my story, "Aruna was beckoned by saying.

Manorama could not say anything, but she was wandering in the past in the past with ideas. Accepting this bitter truth of life was now the destiny of them. But the mind, somebody has ever been able to do it on some occasion, sometimes, running away towards the last days. How much do people save for a child, what do they do, but what does the children give them, except for depression, loneliness? They leave their parents to die for their sake. Knowing this, why do we run behind this mirage? Whenever both were in solitude, Aruna used to get rid of his mind, but Manorama kept listening to everyone quietly. He also had a big grief on his sons but all the mischief came out. His thinking was somewhat spiritual and he gave this advice to all, "Do not expect anything from anyone. Whatever your duty is, just keep on doing it. "

But in this evening of life, when he was completely alone, he came to understand that it is easy to preach, but when it falls on himself, then the curtain is removed from the truth.