Compulsion Little Boy Emotional Story

Little Boy Emotional Story

Little Boy Emotional Story: Ranjan studied in 8th class. Today, as soon as he got home after school, he saw his mother sitting and crying.

Ranjan: Mom, what's the matter, why are you crying?

It had been two years since Ranjan's father had gone to Gujarat to do business. Initially we used to send money. Gradually they also stopped. Then the calls also stopped coming. When Sarita called today, she said –

Yogendra ji: I have nothing to do with you both. I have decided to stay here. I will never come back and never call this number from today onwards.

Saying this he disconnected the call. Sarita ji was crying ever since she heard this.

Ranjan: Mom, don't worry, I will find some work from tomorrow. We will live alone, we don't need anyone.

His heart was filled with bitterness towards his father. He was busy consoling his mother.

Sarita ji felt good after listening to Ranjan. But they could not understand why he should leave his studies at such a young age and put him to work.

Sarita ji: No son, you will have to study very hard, you will have to become something after studying so that we can compete with the world. I will work hard, just study diligently.

Ranjan: Mummy, we have to manage the household expenses through studies. What will you do? You never came out of the house. Who will give you work? I will work, I have decided. I will study in the evening along with work.

From the next day Ranjan starts wandering in search of work. Even after wandering for several days, he does not find any work.

Here Sarita ji also starts looking for work after Ranjan leaves. But they also do not get any work.

One day at noon Ranjan was feeling very hungry. He was hungry since morning and was looking for work. Just then he reaches outside a tea shop.

Ranjan: Brother, you can give me a tea but I don't have money. Very hungry. I will work at your shop till evening.

Shopkeeper: If you are hungry then why do you want to drink tea?

Ranjan: There is no money for food, tea will satisfy the hunger.

The shopkeeper gives him tea and pav to eat. After eating Ranjan reaches the shopkeeper.

Ranjan: Tell me what work needs to be done? I will keep working for you till evening.

Shopkeeper: Go son, go home. We don't make small children work and if anyone sees us, the police will catch us.

Ranjan: But I have gone and drank your tea, how will I pay for it?

Shopkeeper: Go son, give the money when you have it.

Ranjan: No, tell me some work, I will do it.

Shopkeeper: Okay, do one thing, there is a bakery at a big intersection, bring me a loaf from there, take the money and take my bicycle.

Ranjan reaches the big market with the bicycle and money.

He starts coming back with the pav, then the pav seller asks.

Paav wala: Listen, you will deliver my feet to more shops. I will give you commission.

Ranjan: But I don't have a bicycle. This is from the tea seller.

Paav wala: I will also give you a bicycle. How many pavs will be delivered till evening. He will get his money. But do your work honestly and don't run away with my bicycle.

Ranjan: Boss, I will work honestly. Don't worry.

Next day Ranjan reaches the pav seller's shop. He delivers it to the shops. In the evening he gets Rs 100 as commission.

After coming home he tells everything to Sarita ji.

He works hard the next day also. When he arrives in the evening to collect his money. So the pav seller says to him –

Paav wala: Listen son, I am benefiting a lot from your work. After giving the pav tomorrow, go to another market and show this pav to the shopkeepers there. Who knows, orders will start coming from there. This will earn me as well as yours.

Ranjan does the same. Gradually his work starts increasing. Here Sarita ji also gets the job of cooking in a house.

Both mother and son start working hard.

This is how time passes. After eight years Ranjan starts earning a lot of money. He saved the money and opened his own pav shop. He hired many boys at his shop who used to go to sell pav. Ranjan had got his mother released from her work.

After some time, Sarita married Ranjan after seeing a good girl. The whole family was living happily.

one day someone knocked the knob

When Sarita opened the door, she saw her husband Yogendra ji standing in front.

Sarita could not recognize him at first, he was wearing old clothes and had a long beard. Looked very weak.

Sarita: Why have you come now?

Yogendra ji started crying bitterly.

Yogendra ji: Pardon me I made a lot of money there. Then I got married there and after that everything was going well. But one day I fell ill. My wife took away all the money and jewellery. I kept fighting the disease alone. My condition has become such that now I neither have a house, nor food to eat, nor clothes to wear. I did a lot of bad things to you guys. But now I was not able to understand where to go. That's why I came here.

Sarita: You know how we spent our days, Ranjan left his studies and worked hard day and night and was able to achieve all this. I may even forgive you. But he will never forgive you.

When Ranjan came in the evening, he came to know about the whole thing.

Ranjan: Mother, tell them to leave from here. I don't care about them.

Sarita ji was sitting and crying. Seeing her crying, Ranjan said –

Ranjan: Mommy I can't see you crying. They can stay in the outside room. But it won't matter to us. You deliver their food there.

Yogendra ji is made to stay in an outside room. But no member of the family would talk to him. Sarita used to give them food.

Yogendra ji was regretting his actions. Here Ranjan had broken all relations with him.

Sarita ji could not help her husband even if she wanted to because she could see her son's suffering.

One day Yogendra ji slept at night and did not wake up in the morning. There was mourning in the house. Ranjan bid last farewell to his father. But only Sarita was sad about his departure. He had left Ranjan's life long ago.

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