This is a short story my brother sent me sometime back. I am bringing this story here for all of you even though I found it so heart-breaking. The story illustrates how we loose our awareness in fits of rage for things that do not really matter. While dad was polishing his new car, his four year old son picked up a stone and scratched a few lines on the side of his car. The father seeing this got so furious that in anger he took the child's hand and hit it several times, not realising that he was using a wrench. At the hospital, his child asked, "dad when will my fingers grow back?" Dad was so hurt. He went back now to hit his car and kicked it many times. Exhausted he sat back and his eyes fell on the scratches. Coming close he saw....his son had written, Dad I love you.... How can we forget that people are meant to be loved and things are meant to be used. What a tragedy it is that people are being used and things are being loved.
it's about women. let's begin with a hope that there might be some change some day.