Published Sep 10, 2022
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A Small Girls Dream

Published Sep 10, 2022
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    A girl with a lot of dreams; She used to dream for a happy life. Her family was small and they lived in Madurai. Her father was a marketing manager. He was busy and didn't stay with his family because of his work. But she longed for his love. He spent less time with his family. Every girl loves her father. Father is the hero of a girl. This was same here too. She loved hanging out with her father during weekends. Their weekends were the most memorable moments and that added energy for her upcoming weeks. She had a dream to fly the sky. Some of her friends said, “You can fly using a bicycle. You can ride your cycle all over the streets and you can enjoy nature too”. So, she started dreaming for a cycle. She asked for a cycle from her father. Her father immediately asked, “Do you know how to ride a cycle? Baby!”. She suddenly said, “No papa. I will practice after buying a new one. Then I'll start to ride”. Her dad said, “why do we have to buy a new one just for practising?”. With a lot of tears in her eyes, she said, “Hmm. ok, papa”. Next morning her father bought an old cycle for her. He said, “Practice with this old cycle. Once you learn to ride, I will buy you a new one”. She hugged her dad and thanked him. He also laid a condition, “I will get you a new one if get 1st rank in your quarterly exam”. With wired reaction, she said, “I will try papa”. The days passed... 

She spent most of her time studying and less time practising bicycle. Her father helped her for a weekend. He gave a lot of training. He taught her the rules and regulations to be followed while driving. She learnt a lot during those days. One morning, as usual, he helped her while she was riding. Suddenly he left his hands from the cycle. She was riding as if she had been supported by him. He became so happy but she suddenly fell down. She cried a lot and wounded lightly. She asked her dad for the reason for taking his hands from the cycle. He replied, “You rode the cycle yourself without my support.”. Then she was happy and she started focusing on the rule that dad made. She started studying for her exams. In her meantime, she practised riding cycle. Finally, she completed her exams. No wonder she got 1st rank and asked her father for a new cycle. Her father with a lot of happiness agreed to buy. Days passed with the dream of buying a new cycle. One day they went to Meenakshi Temple, one of the most historic Hindu temple located in the southern bank of the Vaigai River in the temple city of Madurai. They roamed the temple. Then they tasted the famous dessert in that city, jigarthanda. Her father took her to a cycle shop which was famous in the south-east of that temple. He bought a new cycle for his girl. She became so happy. She stared at that cycle like a treasure. Then her father bargained with an auto driver for taking the cycle to their home. She asked her father, “Why are you hiring an auto daddy?”. He said, ” We have to take the cycle to home”. She replied with confidence, ” I will ride to home. No need to hire auto”. He was stunned and smiled for the growth of her child. She rode her cycle from the shop to home. It was around 6 km. She enjoyed the ride. She felt the flow of air grazing at her face. She reached home. She decorated her cycle with the little things she imagined. She started to fly…

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pankaj_diggiwal 9/12/22, 2:06 AM
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