Godlove's Duty-III
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I did not
know if my story would be comprehensible for this little kid who was just going
to have his first days in school. He might not understand what doing a job
actually meant. Perhaps he was just looking at the gold coins Godlove had
received, in which case my story failed. But there was something I learned from
Rekha, just ten minutes before when she mentioned reading a few chapters of my
memoir: that whatever one does in the quest for personal wisdom, affects the
cosmos profoundly. If the personal attempt is truthful enough, it can have the
capacity to bring infinite change.
“God
bless you Rahul!” I said. He smiled at me once again and holding his mother’s
arm stepped into the drizzle. Rekha thanked me and said, “Your words are
blessed, Lal sir.”
If only she
knows how the story came to me, I thought.
“Thank
you!”
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