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Sister:
My son the kids name is Aanshia... her mother was the teacher of our school, but one incident
forced her to leave her job and work as an accountant in the nearby tea estate. I still remember it
was some 6 years ago, like today it was a late evening weather was dark and stormy, she came
with a small luggage bag she was shivering in the cold was bit feverish, I welcomed her, the
LORD's home is always open, she showed me a letter and instantly I understood her condition,
the person who send her to me was a principal of a college, he is a Christian and he knew about
our organization she was welcomed here, two days she was having fever, we were really worried
because she was not alone she was pregnant of 3 months, but slowly she recovered, and then I
decided to let her complete her studies, she was an undergraduate, she was compelled to live
her studies, I admitted her in the night college and in the day she worked as a teacher in our
school, soon she became a favourite teacher of the students, after 7 months she gave birth to
Aanshia...she was under our guidance so no one ever asked her about the father of the child
because we know if she had the answer she would never be here, a 3 months pregnant girl
would be under the protection, love and care of her husband. But the lord and his decisions
about us...we really don't know why he sometime become so cruel to us, but then I guess may be
for our own good. Aanshia started growing up, and she was transformed into a different lady she
started smiling with her daughter, soon all her sadness went away seeing her daughter, soon
Aanshia became 3 years, she was a baby doll, a angel, sweet, naughty, and from 3 she was
really a brilliant dancer as if dance is in her blood, but that day everything changed, I started
believing that Lord has shown his mercy to the lady but her share of sadness was yet to get over,
Darjeeling is a tourist spot, one after noon Aanshia was going back home with her mother, our
school bus dropped her to their stoppage but a random tourist car blew her down, she became a
guinea pig of drunken driving, little Aanshia saw her mother covered with blood, nobody came for
1hr to help later our school bus driver while returning saw it and he took her to hospital, we were
informed, tears were flowing from Aanshia's eyes, we consoled her she slept crying and we
ignored we were busy with her mother, there was a huge blood loss, but thanks to her
senior class students, within an hour there was a line of student ready to donate blood for
their dearest teacher, after 4 days fighting with death she opened her eyes and soon her eyes
were searching little Aanshia, I took her to her mother, she was kissing hugging her daughter,
tears were flowing from Aanshia's eyes, these 4 days she was extremely quiet, being in her
mother's embrace she clutched her neck tightly, she was not speaking, she was
responding only with her eyes and her touch, her eyes was filled with tears and then came
another shock, we consulted doctor
and it was informed that Aanshia went through a mild shock attack, seeing her mother helplessly
covered with blood for more than a hour, and it resulted bitterly she lost her voice. Not only for her
mother even for me too, we all were broken, recovering from such an accident forgetting about
her health she took Aanshia to Kolkata for treatment but Doctors said she may naturally get her
voice back if she is provided with a loving atmosphere if she gets lots of love and happiness, or
else after 2 years when she becomes a little old doctor will operate but the operation may cost 9
lakhs, and then with a broken health, with a broken condition she returned, I could realize her
turmoil, working here as a teacher she can never gather that amount, so She left the job and now
she works as a accountant in a tea estate throughout the day, in the evening she give tuitions to
students, and at night she checks the school account, she almost works 24 hrs to gather money
for her child, but she still has managed to train Aanshia in dancing because Aanshia is a great
dancer at the age of 5 she has represented Darjeeling in Kolkata in all Bengal State festival, she
has received certificates from the CM of Bengal, she laughs only when she dances or when she
is with her mother, or else the naughty chulbulli kid is lost...
Sister ended her story of Aanshia and her mother with tears in her eyes, my eyes were shedding
too, At that moment I couldn't register the words, I thought I am the only one who has lost love in
his life but there are people who are living in more miserable condition. I decided to help Aanshia
and her mother and then I talked with sister, seeing me in such a pathetic condition she kept her
palms on my head and addressing me as Son, she asked why I am so eager to help them I was
all broken and then in short I admitted that I Loved a girl actually I still love her, but all because of
my mistake I lost her, I am still searching her, I said that money is not a problem for me, being
professionally successful being the son of a business tycoon, even 9 cores doesn't matter but I
want to help little Aanshia, being a dancer myself I don't want a little girl, a born dancer of future to
get lost, I admitted that I feel connected to her and I really want to see her speaking, moreover by
helping her may be Krishnaji will forgive for my mistake of hurting my love Taani, and I may find
her soon.
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