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Kajal Pawar

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Kajal Pawar

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Insulted

Insulted

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I might be enormously wrong for making a statement as such "Out of all negative emotions a human can ever absorb or deal within their heart, INSULT exceeds them all"...

I say it sharply as I have experienced and dealt with an emotion called "Insult" at a very early age of nine...

You might form a presumption now that I might have been bullied or punished by my peers or teachers...I wish the latter were true would have been far more affordable to my heart, however both assumption carried are truly wrong...

I must articulate the truth further and reveal the occurrences of the day when I was insulted in my life for the first time...

As I foretold I was nine years of age and least in the position to carry ego in my heart but being bred in a humble and compassionate family I was aware of pride, self respect and kindness.

The incident occurred as such, our school had sent out the forms to all primary students to make an efficient effort to collect money and have the first sense of charitable and generous mind in earthly existence and sympathise with fellow hard working humans in monetary needs.

The idea itself was dear to me, in the evening with some courage (I was shy and still am to ask for any favours or necessary help). I set out with form and a pen. As a primary student I felt quite authoritative for the first time...

I collected the money from the nearest neighbour whom I knew would certainly not refuse in any case, then I proceeded back home quite contented until a fellow neighbour asked me to ask another fellow neighbour whom I had not asked for anything. With persuasion of my neighbour and own hope I hopped near the stairs to ask for charity of my fellow unknown human beings. Every household I had reached out till then had in the least donated the sum of ten rupees, but this miserly rich proud neighbour I asked only for five!

The lady of the house refused it with an irritant face, I wasn't surprised of this indecency of character or her refusal for donating. I knew her nature but the persuasion of another neighbour made me step into an irreversible situation. I had never tasted anger and remorse before and now I was becoming an example of it...

As I was returning her daughter persuaded her with thoughtful shame to give me the sum.

Presently she gave me the five rupees coin from her well economic purse while all relatively less fortunate neighbours made sure in the least to give me ten. I was shattered terribly as I was summoned to wait till the lady had argued, repelled, inquired about my kind affair. I ran home and cried before my mother, of course she confronted both the convict and the mediator of conviction.


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