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She was pathetically thin. The jeans she wore faded, cast offs maybe, the top cheap printed kurta also from an orphanage pool basket. She stood against the other well- dressed children on the stage, a contrast really. She was blind. The spotlight was focused on her, and the audience wiped a tear as she stood awkwardly as the children’s choir sang around her.
When the song was over rough hands shoved her this way and that, she was pushed back again as the soloist stepped forward for her standing ovation. She stood confused on stage and then slowly tiptoed away.
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Life’s problems aren’t as complicated as we make them out to be. Most have very simple solutions:
A large truck attempting to go through a railway underpass found itself stuck between the road and the girders above. The emergency crew sent out by the truck owners tried without success to extricate it and in a short time traffic was stalled for almost a mile on both sides of the underpass.
Finally a small boy walked over to the emergency crew’s foreman and said, “If I were you I’d let some air out of the tires!”
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A few years ago while doing a project, I’d visited dozens of homes for the aged, and found how aged parents were packed off there, quite often so the family could take over and occupy the bedroom, sometimes just a balcony they’d occupied in their twilight years.
“Come and stay with us dad,” said the young successful son as they stood in grief at the burial of his mother. The father was at first reluctant. “Son,” he said, “mother and I always planned to enter an old folks home and now that she is gone I am planning to move there alone.”
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It was just the other day I was really enjoying the morning, looking at the different greens, imbibing the monsoon smells of rain filled earth, when the gardener beckoned me, and handed a flower which had the most exquisite smell. I kept it with me and continued enjoying the fragrance. I decided I’d allow it to enhance my day.
However, as I walked home, I met a friend whose mother was not keeping well. Something made me hand the fragrant flower to her, “Would you give it to your mother?” I asked. She looked puzzled for a moment and then her face brightened up, “Thanks Bob,” she said and I saw her going in to her mother’s room with a smile on her face and flower in her hand.
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The watchman at the door gave me a smart salute and handed me a piece of paper to sign.
‘There is a managing committee meeting in the society office sir,’ he said.
‘What’s the emergency?’ I asked.
‘We have to choose a painting contractor, said the chairman, ‘to paint our buildings. We have already received three quotations.’