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Prakash was impressed by his achievement and started the conversation with Varun. After some time, the topic diverted to movies. “Who is your favourite hero?”
A group of young boys in traditional south Indian attire (white dhoti and kurta) boarded the train to Bangalore. Everyone was in a jubilant mood. They occupied their allotted seats, and the train started moving from Delhi.
One of the co-passengers was curious to know about these boys who were joyfully joking around and making fun of each other.
The curious co-passenger could not resist his curiosity and started a conversation with them. He introduced himself as Prakash, a Bank employee.
One of them replied to him and said they all went to attend a Sanskrit sloka recitation competition. He pointed out Varun and said he won the competition’s gold medal.
Prakash was impressed by his achievement and started the conversation with Varun. After some time, the topic diverted to movies.
“Who is your favourite hero?”
“Not anyone in specific; I watch all movies whichever is good. However, the real hero of my life is my mom.” Replied Varun with pride.
There was a pause for some time, then Varun continued the conversation.
“When I was born, I was the second child to my mother. She was in the hospital, and my father left us without paying the hospital bill. He never came back.” Varun paused for few seconds before carrying on.
“Later my maternal grandmom gave us shelter in their small home. They were also in dire financial condition. My mother was not educated enough to get a job.
My mother completed her 12th-grade exams with great difficulty and struggled hard to get a job.
After a few years, we learned that my father had married another woman.
My mother’s salary was insufficient to raise and give us proper education. She sent us to a residential Vedic school. It was difficult for her to leave us in the hostel. However, she had no other option.
After a few years, my brother and I completed the course and got jobs. Now, my brother is also in a decent position to care for our family needs. So, I always feel the real hero of my life is my mom. I admire and respect her.”
Prakash was happy to meet the young lad, who greatly respected his mom’s sacrifices.
The conversation ended, and everyone returned to their joyful mood after winning the medals and certificates.
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