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Krishna, the local farm boy died of tuberculosis last week at the tender age of 8. As a parent I became very upset of his death. I couldn't control my tears. It was too hard for me. For a week I remained very frustrated. He was my only son. His mother had died long ago. I had sent him to school for a few years. He had excelled in studies and sports. I had struggled a lot to pay his school fees. But he was a bright boy and he deserved schooling. On Friday exactly after a week, since his death I found a piece of note hidden under his school book. I had learned a little bit of reading in my school days. So I had no fear reading it. But as I read it I realized many things that I hadn't even thought of. My hands shivered and I was in tears again. But this time it was tears of joy, which was steaming down my face.
The letter ran as follows.......
I feel so terrible because of the pain in my chest. I coughed out blood once again, the third time since morning. I think that I may not survive long. The days are drawing closer. If ever you find this letter after my death I think it may comfort you. I cannot speak all this in front of you right now. All I can do is write because writing is what helps me to speak out my feelings. You looked after me so well. You sent me to school bearing all the burden and troubles after my mother's death. What a lovely father you are! I love you so much as the distance between the sky and the land. Even if I die, I know that you would not take it. But you will soon realize that your son is not dead. Because I know that I am not the body. I am the soul who would last forever. I would cheerily accept death as it comes, not caring about the pain it brings! Let me tell you that I had a dream long ago which was in my heart all the time. The dream was to live in the joyful presence of God, where I will be carried to.
I would not dream to be a king who will have lots of riches and women to
please him, but I would serve the Lord and live in his presence. I would not dream of fascinating lands where there is plenty of gold, but I would dream of living in a land filled with love and
bliss. I would live in God's garden of love, dear father.
I know that I would be happy there forever! Please don't shed tears! I know that God will give you the strength to bear all the pain you will encounter in life. I once dreamt of seeing the Lord, father. I still remember the dream. I was near a flowing river and the Lord was at the top of the cliff spreading out his arms as if he were calling me. I ran to him not knowing that the thorns and the stones in the middle of the path would wound me. It never wound me! It never hurt me a bit! I ran to the lord and embraced him. I could see millions of stars in infinite space. I felt God in me and all over me. He was in my head! He was in my heart! He was in my soul!
So dear father, I would tell you in a nutshell that life may seem difficult but certainly there is no doubt that you have the strength and the power to bear it! Please do not care about me after my death! Please keep in mind that I loved the world a lot! I loved nature, the trees, the plants, the animals and every living being! My school! My friends! My childhood! My father! My house! My body! Myself! I loved everything till the core! I would still remain young! Have faith! I am just a traveler! Better life ahead!
Yours faithfully, Krishna
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