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Abel TMJ

Location: TRICHY, India

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“WHY DO WE BORN, DADDY?” asked  a girl child about six years old and outstretched her hands towards her daddy as her daddy picked her in his arms and robbed her nose with his another hand.

“Why do we born?” the father repeated it twice in a long tone. He kept silence for a while and looked at her blinking his eyes. Slowly he bent and placed her on the floor and said with a fake smile. “We have a purpose to do in this world and to fulfil that we are born”. He said this even though he wasn’t sure about what he was saying. He said that because he wanted to escape from her asking more and more questions for, which he can’t answer.

One of the universal truth is that children’s question can never be answered but managed. Children have lot of questions for which the top scholars can’t answer. For instance once I asked to a priest as it was breaking my nerves to know the answer “How did God come to existence?” I asked this because everything had starting point like birth or some existence and I wanted to know how God came to existence and I couldn’t accept the concept “God has neither beginning nor end.” I couldn’t accept any Theological explanation. Still I want to know for that question, but only God can answer that.

Then the girl child ran around the house and came near to her brother, one year than her. He was just playing with his toy. The girl child was gazing at him that was unnoticed by him. She came near to him slowly and tried to grab the toy, but he caught it tightly. So she pinched him and ran to her bedroom and hid under her bed. Running to her bedroom “where are you” the brother asked to her. He knew she was hiding in her bedroom but he didn’t know where she was hiding so he opened the cupboards and checked all of them but she wasn’t there. By thinking for minutes he suddenly bent down and looked under her bed and said “I caught you! Come on I don’t hurt you because I forgive you” he came near to her bed while telling her and she came out and stood near to him. Both of them looked similar in their heights but the boy was fatter than her though he seems lean when he was alone. Suddenly the boy took one of the pillows and beds her and she took another pillow and beat him. Both of them were beating each other and that was not a fight but a game. The cotton sponges were flying around the room as the fan rotates. The room became chaos.

The servant cleaned the girl child’s room. The family ate together. The family includes the two children’s parent and the girl parent. They ate for long time as they spoke, laughed and cheered. Such a joyful family could be jealous of any family as the whole family was in such a joyful mood.

All of them slept and the girl child slept in her brother’s room as her room wasn’t suitable for her that. The sun raised in the east but not follow their eyes. They were in a seventh heaven. It was too late for them to get up. Suddenly the father got ready to go to his office. “Again, I am late and my boss is going to kill me” said the father.

The children too got up as they heard the sound of their parent but the grandparents were asleep still. As the father went out the mother and the children went to say him good bye. As they came, they saw a little boy descending from sky. With such a magnificent the little boy descended from the sky slowly. Oh! As he fell down the earth shock and the fire blazed too much. Nothing stood on his waves. The family was in such far away and they saw building became ashes from far. They were shocked and couldn’t move and the girl child asked his father again “why do we born?” and kept silence for seconds and said “we are born to die. There is no purpo...” the wave made them to ashes. A little boy made a chaos that no one can clean. The wars are game for those in TOPS.


                                                                                              8.17 AM  6th AUGUST  1945


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