無私的愛

　　星期一的早晨，我送女兒上學�？粗�光頭的Sindu向著教室走去別有一番味道。“先生，您女兒真的是很了不起！”一位女士從車里走出來，接著說道：“和您女兒一起走著的光頭男孩是我兒子，叫Harish。他得了…白血病。Sinduja上周來看望了他，并且向他許諾她會處理同學們嘲笑他這件事。但是我萬萬沒想到她會因為我兒子而犧牲掉自己漂亮的頭發(fā)。”

　　My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?

　　I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

　　I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.

　　Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

　　'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'

　　'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

　　'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'

　　'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

　　'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

　　'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

　　'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

　　It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

　　'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

　　'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

　　With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.

　　On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

　　'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!

　　Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

　　I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!'

　　The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love !!