Its a story of a girl, an interesting one...

When I was a little girl, always felt.. I am special

as I was papa's dearest doll, and mama's precious pearl..

seen few of my age, who had nothing but hunger and tears.

for the first time I asked..Why is God so kind to me??

 

I was growing, entered school, excited to learn every thing

and slowly.. books became my best friends..

again felt I am special

as I was my Teacher's pet, whatever she asked

I would have answered them all..

there were moments of distributing prizes except few, mine were all...

seen my classmates of my age, eyeing on my prizes

there was the same question in my mind.. Why is God so kind to me??

 

Years passed swiftly as they were on the race

Teenage was just passed., felt again I am special

as before  receiving certificate of degree

Not so struggled, not so worked hard

it was an appointment letter from a Bank, in my hand

seen my friends, praising my luck,

same question again..Why is God so kind to me??

 

The day arrived, Its the beginning of my career

new place, new people, new work, new fear

as if every small thing seemed like dearest

I never knew, work will be so fun

excited to serve my customers,

slowly, they started becoming my priority..

one glance of customer, all his account numbers, account balance, details of his loans, dues and overdues.. My brain was so quick to chant them all,

even without peeping into ledgers...

within couple of weeks, one more time.. felt like I am special again

as I was favourite for all customers

and was the best  for my officers..

my work has been identified., got letters of appreciation

from both regional and circle office..

seen my colleagues, few were happy, few in pain,

made me to ask "Why is God so kind to me?"

 

Days were flying, as I was full of life,

It was a special phase of my life

entered into marital life

a new journey began...

Life looked so beautiful...

was able to manage career and home

 

that day was unpredictable,

my husband got a new offer..

It was time to fly to Newyork

my colleagues were happier than me..

getting a chance to see United States of America..

for them it was heaven,

This time felt

"Why is not God kind to them instead of me??"

 

I still can feel those tears..I swallowed

to leave my own country..

But a new place welcomed us with whole heart..

the country was amazing,

looked like a star twinkling..no just not that..

it was the land of stars everywhere..

 

felt again special, when they are amazed to see

small bindiya brightening up my face

glass bangles I wore, playing  music..

in their Classical raaga.. chan chan chan..chan

soft silk traditional saree strengthened my pride..

seemed, as if I was representing my country..

Its such a beautiful feeling.. to feel like Indian..away India..

 

suffered a little, enjoyed a little..

One thing I kept saying myself..

My home is far away..here, I am nothing but a guest..

and finally I was back to my home sweet home, my India..

felt again special... as it had a perfect reason to feel special,

as I returned with one new life growing inside me..

I could feel his heartbeats.. could enjoy his kickings..

 

The most precious day of my life..

 with tiny hands, cute faced, innocent baby in my arms..

The first view of my baby... ohhh.. how wonderful it was..

wished I could hold that moment for ever,

wished I could not let it go... never...

Tears tried to escape from my eyes.,

 

recalled the days abroad,  When I made myself so hard...

Everyone said, I am a fool, I am emotional, not practical..

My doctor too blamed me.. as I am spoiling my baby's career

she explained benefits for an American born baby..

all the previliges, and Citizenship of America...

but none could change my decision

as I had my husband on my side.,

 

Today, Me and my husband.. we are proud parents.

as we stick to our decision..,  proudly welcomed our Indian born baby...

now with every right, my baby can say he belongs to the family of the king Bharat, he belongs to the family of bapuji, bhagat singh,

Wasnt it enough to feel Yes, I am special...

 

I didnt know, God will gift me one more reason to feel myself as special,

ofcourse it was an another brave decision of my life..

though resumed to my job after a long time..but..

couldnt see my child to spend his whole day without me..

couldnt dare to handover my child to daycare centers..

though serving the customers, I would love to do..

my baby needed me most, than anybody else..

 

said farewell to my work, to my colleagues..

but no regrets, and no tears for all those..

instead I am the happiest...

seen many mothers who are struggling outside and inside the home.

for some.. career  was  their priority,

for some .. earning was must..

Felt special again, for taking a decision which many cannot dare to do..

I repeat my question..

"why is god kind to me.?

I never got answer...

hope I get it..before my last breathe...

as I know God will answer me..

As he is kind to me...

 

Dear friends, this is the story of a little girl.. what do you think, Is she really special?, She didnt achieve much, nothing special she did..

For the world.. she is just like a normal girl,

but truth is... she believed in herself,

She expected little, her desires were almost none..

she accepted happily, whatever she received from God,

she felt those were the precious things in the world...

and treated herself special...

and when it was time to act, her confidence was her strength,

helped her taking right decisions, in right time..

 

Why are we not think like her??

We expect more, we want to see the people who have almost everything, This thinking make us feel.. we are not special...

We forget to see those people cursed by their fate..and who have nothing... Take a glance of such people, You can feel.. how special you are...

We dream about a home  having luxurious things all over, but forget they are just material things...

visit a poor man's hut, then you feel.. your simple home is so beautiful...

We are so crazy about rich life, when we have shortage of money for a foreign trip or to buy a costliest bike..

we say we are not special, we cant afford it..

plan a family trip to your grandma's village,

You will be surprised to see..

whole village will be welcoming you..

they will feed you that much,

no restaurant in the city can't...

thats the time, you start believing  You are Special..

 Happy Sankranti, Happy Pongal, Happy Lohri.. Happy days to all..