Story of Father And Son

Small place but Big world

Hey guys you there....😊
Sorry for late update...
It feel good to be back...
As always I appreciate your feedbacks guys do comment and vote if you love this chapter....😊😊😊

Anyway Know what??
when I was a kid.
I fond to play alot I was extrovert and would love to go out with my brother's to play cricket to play hide and seek etc
Whenever I used to lost my things I used to dream about it at night and I used to see where it is.
In the morning I used to go exact place where I have seen and unexpectedly I used to find my lost things.
I never wondered to know
how It happened but later
As I grew up and come across...
I came to know it is
"Prophetic dream"

So guys if you are feeling lost, despair, lost, and if you haven't yet receive answer for your questions yet......
Don't lose hope;
Don't feel dizzy;don't give up..
Just breath and just live;
Just act in a best way you can rest let it functions naturally
Cause that's what truth is...
That's what magic about the universe is. It hold power but never overpower like a way one developed country do to other.
Truth will come to you only when the right time arrive;
May be it is to test you; examine you to let you penance you are not alone here...
May be I seen that dream and helped me to find my lost things in real life just to make myself fathom I haven't lost that ball alone and I haven't find that ball alone. Everytime there was some kind of force which let me dream naturally & breath miraculously. Wherever I go I'm carrying that power within me......😊😊😊😊😊 and yes you are carrying that power within you don't let your impatience make you deaf and blind......
"Believe in thyself"
Be thankful wherever you are.
You are not alone😊
You never be😊
You are summations of whole universe😊

I became way to different person then I was as a little kid....

I was intelligent; loved to dance,
Sing, happy child who feel good when someone would say you are good and someone who cry when one say you are bad boy...
I ain't confined to use my mind
As it was ungrown too.
Whatever was in front of me
was truth. And I believed it.
I was happy kid grown up with enormous love and care.

It just seemed like a day ago
when me and my brother used to sit in top of the hill which was toppest of all in my vicinity
and watched car coming towards home with a hope that my Dad would be there.

It was one of three car from my village and just the smell of petrol used to made us estatic to run miles after the cab.

In the solitudeness of my village when it used to blow horn it used to filled our ear;
Devising hope he would be home soon.

Those day there was no phone so we never knew when he would be home.
In metropolitan cities
It was common to have phone.
But It never bothered us;
It never obstruct communications between my mum and Dad
just one letter in a month was enough to let flower blossoms;
to quench her heart with love and support.

We were happy for what we have; I was unaware of an outside world & I was happy with what
I have around me.