When we’ve nothing, there is still something hidden there…………………
I usually write Blogs on Facts and Fictions. But, this time I’m gonna share with you a beautiful, heart-Touching, emotional, Real not-n-reel, true inspirational story.
A story of an Sparkling little girl whom i mate coincidentally and installed a desire to burn, At all it burnt that’s I’m Gonna share..
It’s an year ago, when I was studying in Gramodaya University. We were day-Scholar, I and two of my room mates were living there on rental bases in Kamla Chauhan’s Campus and preparing foods for ourselves and other stuffs own-selves. Once upon a time some relatives of my room mate Neeraj, came to us for visiting our Chitrakoot; a place of religious, cultural, historical and archaeological importance, they stayed there for two days, i with my mates and obedient juniors roam with them as there Guide for the different places, end of the i could became the integral part their family and they considered me as very close member of there family and asked to me to come with them for a marriage invitation, where they were going after this.Yeah! Firstly, i denied but at last i got ready to come with them. We check out for a place about which even I’ve never listened “khama, Naugao-Khalsa, Harpalpur”.
We traveled by General bogi and reached to Harpalpur then we’d to take a Mini bus full of crowed with typical Aadiwasi’s and Downtrodden innocent villagers and then ultimately we reached to Kitti’s Home, our destination for attending her elder sisters marriage, the view of there was like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
A house looks like slum, walls made by clay (called as Bheet), roofs are made by litter and straw, we entered inside by bent and saw there were no guest excepting us in the day of Barat. Since, We reached there in the early morning, To got fresh from daily activities, for toilet we’d to go for open area and for bath there were a Hand pump, it was worst level of poverty ever i saw. But the love, what we got from their innocent, pure and selfless bottom of heart was billions times greater comparing to their poverty.
2nd Day
Marry completed, We enjoyed a lot, next day I familiarized with another phage of there poverty, it was heart melting for me, Foofaji, father of Bride has four daughters and one son, three out of four had already stopped their study after 8th standard because of financial crises and due to High school was far away from their reach. Fourth little girl named Kitti actually Keerti, whom about this all story is roaming about, was still in 7th Standard, she shared with her most innocent and lovely voice in the world, Bhaiya, next year may be my last year of mine for study. After listening these all my every section of heart and mind settled down in soundless stage.
A thought tricked in my mind what i usually listened from my mom ” Bachha 1 miiti ka londa hota hai, isse bachpan me jaisa chahe vaisa ham dhal sakte hain, Vicharon se, sanskaro se” Then, what! i tried my best to make her mindset to believe on herself and keep faith on God, and work harder to get admitted in Navodaya; I used to know its how harder to get admission in Navodaya specially for 9th and for Hndi medium Govt. school underprivileged student. But, I’d been seen a brightening spark in this cutest little girl.
The day came when we’d to return for our places………………………………………………………
While Good-Bye time I promised to create a Burning desire in her little age, If you top in your class and Got admission in Navodaya, I’ll come to meet you all the way………………..
One Year Later….
I was wondering with my friends in Pantnagar colonies after dinner, our usual routine, my phone rang it was Sonu D and it was conference call on other hand Kitti was there, shouting Bhaiya, I did! I topped in the class and as well as Got a call later from Navodaya even admission is already done, Now its your chance to fulfill your promise to come to meet me. After listening these all my heart filled with joy and the level of happiness was much much higher then my success (when i got AIR25). I was overwhelmed.
After End of My Exams….
I decided to go to meet Kitti any how, before going to home in between my journey. This time I’d to sow the seed of IIT in her youngish mind, for the same I bought a diary to gift her and mapping her mind for future challenges, I spent the whole day with her and tried to familiarized her with every area of IIT.
let’s See, How this Seed becomes Fruitful Tree……
One response
The seed has already germinated and transformed into a seedling. May this tiny seedling flourish and become a majestic tree.
Good job Pankaj and best wishes for Kitti !!