Love

It is a different colour .I have no words to explain it, but it is my favourite colour. Today is a festival eve. When I hear those sounds of crackers I feel adventurous I feel ecstatic when people visit my place, and provide sweets to us. This year none of them came… Muthu started recalling the past four years of Diwali.All the people in Chennai were celebrating the festival eve "Diwali" except muthu. He is a 10 years old with dark in complexion, thin, wrinkled eye. There is a line of sorrow always run through his face. People around him know the cause for his mysterious face. Muthu was unable run along the speed of the world .He has his own world decorated with colorful dreams .He is no more interested in mingling up with the surroundings. Even no one tried to disturb him. In his dream world, he always hear his mom calling him
“Muthu come here my boy open your mouth” she feed her those diwali sweets.
Muthu opened his mouth but he is an unluckiest boy, it was a mere dream.He heared a sound and recognised the voice its rather than Radhaama'a voice.She is the president of that orphanage
“Muthu go and wear your clothes I have stitched those torn areas and ironed and kept it in your shelf, soon its time for us to celebrate Diwali”, Radhaama called him with concern..She is kind enough to all of the children in orphanage. He forced him to the real world.
He was not interested in wearing those clothes .He thought not to hurt the feeling of Radhaama, so he reluctantly wore the cloth .If his mother is alive she would have at least purchased him a cheapest cloth put for sale in the nearby platform. He is a half orphan when she died. But whole-heartedly he felt his birth to be a misfortune and anathema when his father drop him in the nearby orphanage and got married. The news shattered him. He has no words to express his in depth feelings. The orphanage itself runs in a very weak in economical situation and Radhaama spend all her salary for the welfare of orphanage. Muthu’s friends Kumar called him and show him a colorful cracker outburst in the sky. Though muthu tried to conceal his tears before his friend ,but Kumar recognized the reason for the silence .He realized the mistake he has done.
“Muthu I am extremely sorry da I haven’t mean it, I am terribly sorry da “
“Its ok Kumar, I haven’t take it in a wrong way “
Muthu moved with his stick provided by the government for physically challenged blind children.

Let us celebrate our Diwali with those children and lend our hands for them and make the diwali a colorful diwali. They need is not sympathy but Love ….One and only love

 

Hi Shanvy,
I am happy that my message reached your soul !!!...Thanks for ur post.

 

Hi Vysan,

Thank you for your appreciation. The above writing is my first scribble in English. I want to start my writing in an emotional and thought provoking one and so the concept strikes me and i started writing it. Please keep on encouraging me to pen down and come up with more interesting and emotional pieces.

 

Hi RAMYA,

I am shell-shocked to hear "Hello ish ma'am!",I am younger than you just doing my engineering .I thank you whole heartedly for your appreciation.What you said is absolutely true..The word "Youngsters " means a lot ,todays youth have the guts tochange the World!!!. I pray lord almighty to guide your friend who have a wonderful heart and please keep on encouraging her for her worth ambition.Lets ,make the world with no orphanage and all of them are adopted by someone.

 

Thank you Srini,Lets do all the goods things soon.Its not even necessary to pay them ,we can even donate them our old cloths nut no the torned one.We can bought them slippers,books to read and some things which is really usefull