“Mother! Your son’s money order has arrived.” The postman saw Amma and stopped the bicycle and said. Amma’s old eyes sparkled and she was looking clear while cleaning her glasses – “Son! Let me talk to Lal first.” Amma looked at the postman with hopeful eyes but he tried to avoid Amma. “Mother! I don’t have enough time to talk to your son every time. I recognize the letters and messages of many other people.” The postman started arguing with Amma about the importance of his time and his own busyness, but his words had no effect on the old Amma, she started to insist like a child. “Son! It’s just a matter of time, how many days will pass in talking?”
“Mother, don’t you insist on talking to me every time! I have to answer to senior officers” Saying this, the postman started dialing a number on his mobile before handing the money to Amma. “Take it mom! Talk but don’t talk too much. Money cuts.” He handed over his mobile phone to Amma, Amma took the mobile from her hand, Amma was satisfied after talking to her son on the phone for a minute. “That’s a thousand rupees, Mother!”
After saying this, the postman extended ten hundred notes to Amma. Amma motioned him to stay while counting the money. What happened now mom?” “Keep this hundred rupees son! “Why mom?” He was surprised. It costs money, doesn’t it?” This is what it’s for “Oh no mom! Let it be.”
He kept denying the lakh but Amma forcefully put a hundred rupees in his pocket and he turned to go back. Ama, who was living alone in her house, also went inside her house after offering a lot of prayers. The postman had gone a few steps away when someone put a hand on his shoulder. When he looked back, the face of his acquaintance in this town was in front of him. He is surprised to see Ghani Bhai, who runs a tea shop. “Brother, how are you here? You are in your shop right now?” “I followed you here today! I have something to ask you.” Ghani Bhai’s eyes were fixed on the postman’s face.
“Yes, ask, brother!” “Brother! Why do you do this every month?” “What did I do bro?” The postman was a little nervous while facing Ghani Bhai’s questioning eyes. Tell me today the solution to this first problem – After listening to Ghani Bhai’s question, the postman hesitated for some time. As if a big lie was suddenly caught, he explained it the next moment. “I don’t give this money to them! I give it to my mother.” After listening to the postman, Ghani Bhai was surprised, but how can this be your mother? As far as I know your mother is dead!!
Yes! That’s what I’m saying. The postman looked at Ghani Bhai and started saying, “The son of this mother had gone to earn money somewhere and every month he used to send a money order of one thousand rupees to his mother, but one day, instead of money order, a friend of his son’s mother’s name The letter came.” In this letter it was written “That their son died of an infection! He is no more.” “Then what happened brother?” Ghani Bhai’s curiosity doubled but the postman fulfilled his word.
I bring their money order every month.” And I will make you talk by making you his son – his son is not alive! But I have kept alive the illusion of a mother— “I used to send my mother a thousand rupees every month! But as you know, my mother has also passed away, now where is my mother?” After saying this, the postman’s eyes filled with tears. Now I give the same money to the old mother who used to send it to her mother with the intention of getting her mother’s reward.
Ghani Bhai was stunned to hear the postman’s words and looking at him with respectful eyes, he turned to go back, slapping him on the back – Copied.