Life of significance by Manoj Sharma (best mobile ebook reader .txt) 📖

The day was a black day for me. my mother was dying in front of me. She called me and said,"my son! your both young brothers are now your responsibility never make them cry always be with them and keep forgiving them on thier mistakes." I was silend i was unable to say anything because i was controlling my tears. noded my head in reply. What was my age on that day 15 years. I was just a kid studying in high school. My father helped me to get a job because my family conditions was not so good. My father used to work and there were a lot of people to eat. My elder sister who lives with his husband in our house because she did'nt like it there in her husband's home. My two littel brothers and two littel sisters.


I started working in the nearby town which was 15 km. away from our village. I was working in a iron mill as a Shaper. I use to beat iron through out till evening then after returning home i have to study for my school exams. Circustances changed and i have to quit from studies because i have to earn more and let my brothers and sisters study well. Then i started working on a construction site as a helper. My father started looking for a bride for me and they arranged my marrige with meena. Meena was originated from city so i was scared that she will be able to stay in a village or not. But she was a perfect bride for me. She understand's everything and started co-operating with me. she use to work for everyone but no one was happy with her. She was a city girl that's why my sister dos'nt likes her. She always thinked that how can be a city girl be so wise than our village people. She use to torcher her. But meena never said anything to her she never ever told me about that subject.


I was happy Meena was pregnant i was going to be a father. I was working outside our state at that time i rarely get's time to go to meena.Time spent meena given birth to a girl i named her hema. She was so pretty i was so satisfied now meena was happy with her daughter and forgotten everything happened with her. When meena given birth to my baby at the same time my sister also given birth to a baby too. She also delivered a girl. Then two years spend like this only. I started working in delhi in construction. Now i was a civil labour contractor. My daughter fell sick at the same period when i was in delhi. My sister dos'nt allows my wife to take care of her . she always make her to work for whole family. My daughter dies due to non proper medication. when i came back i heard that news my family did'nt informed me about that what happened.


I desided to leave my home and take my wife with me to delhi. My wife said i won't go like this please take your brothers with you you promissed your mother that you will take care of them. Then we four shifted to delhi we got an apartment on rent for us and started living there. I admitted my brothers in a school for there proper education. Then we were searching for a plot to make our own home. At the same time meena was pregnant. Our son, when he had taken his first breath we were the owner of our own plot. My son was a good luck for me. Then my brothers started helping me in our buisness. soon i got one more son. then i sifted my buisness to mumbai. Now i was a compplete civil contractor. I made a lot of reputed buildings in mumbai. But this was not enough i want more thats why i started my own development and became a developer. I was not young now my son started taking care of buisness. My daughter who was born after my second son was grown up i started looking for a groom for her. Soon she was also married and i was retired from my work my both sons are taking care of my buisness.


I was 50 now my body is now not supporting me i am suffering with stomach cancer but still i am fighting with my cancer and soon i am going to make myself as i was before. My doctor suggested me to undergo a surgery which can be dangerous for me at this age but still i am the champion i can never give up

Publication Date: 04-21-2010

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Dedication:
my father Gulabchand Sharma