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Ghanashyam Biswal

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Ghanashyam Biswal

Abstract


I (For) Inspired

I (For) Inspired

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Human life is very short. It's just like the tiny bubbles of water. It's transitory in nature. We never get the chance to learn everything by making millions of mistakes and be wise only through personal experiences. So it would be better to gain life lessons from others and try to lead a perfect life being inspired by them.


My mother, my sweet mom is an icon or model of inspiration for me. I can still remember those unhappy days when we had nothing except a tiny hut made up of mud and thrown out vehicle tires were lying on the roof to protect us from every natural disaster, be it storm or flood.we were six members in our family. My father had already expired with a terrible disease called cancer. We only depended on my mother and her little income to manage every need of all the members. My mother was waking up early in the morning to finish her daily routine by going out different houses of our villages to wash their utensils to earn money. Before that, she had already arranged my breakfast. Sometimes I used to go with her as I didn't want to stay at home without her. Sometimes she used to scold me to accompany her as she thought that it might hurt the little mind. I could sense the selfless dedication of my mother for her children and her tireless work for the sake of our family. She then went to the field to collect logs for fuel. After returning from field she started to prepare our lunch. Oh God!I couldn't even imagine how much patience and energy you have given to my mother. We were two brothers and three sisters. I was the fifth child among them. After lunch, we used to take a nap but she had no time even to take a little rest. She then went to a near village nearby to make bricks with some daily laborers. The owner of that project was a cruel man. He was a selfish beast in human form. He had no feelings for the people at all. He never paid the exact daily wages rather threatened every laborer if they asked for their payment. I couldn't forget the drops of tears falling from the tired and innocent eyes of my mother. After coming from that work she again started cooking for dinner. I loved every dish prepared by my sweet mum. She used to make tomato chutney, as it was my favorite dish, and for other lads.


I love my mother very much. She always advises me not to tell lie in any situation of your life and not to steal things from others. I have always given respect to her words as I think that whatever I speaks that must be true and for our good. I am very much thankful and obliged to my almighty for sending me a loving angel for me as my sweet mum.

I love you mum.


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