love... in its purest form ...
On a busy street; half concealed by the huge banyan tree; lay a mother dog with her Lil ones.The tiny pups nuzzled against their mother for warmth on a gloomy rainy day.She, in turn caressed her children ,one at a time ...
An urchin looked at them huddled and curious as she was, slowly walked towards them,to get a clearer picture... silently she observed them,one pup at a time,noticing instantly that something was amiss.Gently she placed herself near the mother and pulled out the tiniest pup of the lot.The one that was the most impoverished,yet neglected of the brood.As it lay whimpering in her arms, she soothed it with her gentle touch.She soon realized that this pup was not only mal nourished,but also physically challenged..
In a split second she had made her decision.Slowly,she arose wrapping her tiny arms around the lil one and walked back home.. All she fretted about during
the slow journey back home was explaining her action to her mother,who already had more mouths to feed than she could afford.No sooner did she reach home,than
her mother questioned her demanding an explanation.What irked her more was the fact that her daughter had bought home a pup whose hind-leg was missing.Clearly, the decision in bringing home a pup and that too a physically challenged one that would need permanent medical attention and care baffled her.
As she looked upon at her lil one with a frown,Anuradha meekly stepped behind.Slowly she pulled her tiny skirt up..All that was left of her right leg below the knee was a stump.....
Her mother's eyes swelled with tears when she realised that it was love...... in it's purest form ..............
On a busy street; half concealed by the huge banyan tree; lay a mother dog with her Lil ones.The tiny pups nuzzled against their mother for warmth on a gloomy rainy day.She, in turn caressed her children ,one at a time ...
An urchin looked at them huddled and curious as she was, slowly walked towards them,to get a clearer picture... silently she observed them,one pup at a time,noticing instantly that something was amiss.Gently she placed herself near the mother and pulled out the tiniest pup of the lot.The one that was the most impoverished,yet neglected of the brood.As it lay whimpering in her arms, she soothed it with her gentle touch.She soon realized that this pup was not only mal nourished,but also physically challenged..
In a split second she had made her decision.Slowly,she arose wrapping her tiny arms around the lil one and walked back home.. All she fretted about during
the slow journey back home was explaining her action to her mother,who already had more mouths to feed than she could afford.No sooner did she reach home,than
her mother questioned her demanding an explanation.What irked her more was the fact that her daughter had bought home a pup whose hind-leg was missing.Clearly, the decision in bringing home a pup and that too a physically challenged one that would need permanent medical attention and care baffled her.
As she looked upon at her lil one with a frown,Anuradha meekly stepped behind.Slowly she pulled her tiny skirt up..All that was left of her right leg below the knee was a stump.....
Her mother's eyes swelled with tears when she realised that it was love...... in it's purest form ..............
it is indeed love at its pure form.. beautifully written.. Love cannot stop due to an individual or a living being being physically challenged.. super lyk! :) :) :)
ReplyDeleteHi Vidya.. I feel last article was more inspirational than this one.. The subject line is diff though.. Well this article reflects a sense of lonliness.. Its does have a element of care & love , bt it on the other side it shows loniless & a lil sense of insecurity
ReplyDeleteI am not a good writer , bt i have normally observed that writing is a lot to do with the writers thoughts & imagination..So as far as my knowledge of knwoing u is concern i would expect a touch of practicality in ur future blogs with ref to such subjects...
@ harsh . .. every human goes thru up's n down's in one's life.yes,writing has to do with one's thoughts.Bt as u urself hv pointd out it also requires "IMAGINATION"
ReplyDeleteso just becoz i blog about such short stories,doesnt necessarily mean m insecure or lonely..
ELSE , ALL THE LYRICISTS AND WRITERS WUD B THE SADDEST & MOST INSECURE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD!!!!
secondly, as far as practicality is concerned m stumped. the blog shows us that its Empathy that counts ..how cum u dint find it practical ???? kindly enlighten me.