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A dejected life- Part 2

This is the part two of my story about poor little women who is trying to win her life with thousands of struggles. Here I am gifting you a life in my society which is trying to stand on her feet, but how the society is pushing her back to fall down on the land.
I told you that she was trying to do her work, but she couldn’t do anything. Then the supervisor who was in charge the section came to her and asked, “What are you doing? How many days do I have tell you that this is your job. Not your home. Will you work well or should I inform the office again?.”
“Don’t inform miss, I’ll work.” She murmured.
I felt my both legs are fighting each other to move forward and talk to her. But, I said myself that “wait, wait until the time comes.”
She started to work again. I felt sorry for her. My friends came to me and called me to go back. I refused them and I told them to go. They asked me, why is that? Aren’t you coming with us?” I said, “I’ll come. You go.” They left. I was waiting until she comes in cafeteria.
This was the first time which I saw an incident like this. I have never seen such a poor incident like this.
After about three or four hours the tea break bell rang. Within one-two minutes the cafeteria was full. I was looking for Saku I couldn’t find her. Then I went to the working place to see her.
“Oh, poor Saku.She is covering the targets which she couldn’t finish.”
See, how innocent this little girls’ life is? I can’t understand how she is tolerating these things as a small girl. I went to her. She didn’t see me. She was doing her work. I don’t want to break her concentration, because I know that it’s hard to come to that position. Hardly has she come to this position at last. Though, I don’t want to disturb her, I asked slowly, “Saku when will you leave the garment?”
Suddenly, she got scared. She looked at me sacredly. “Don’t be afraid. Tell me when you will leave. I want to talk with you.”
“Miss, who you are,” she asked slowly.
“I’m Amanda. Think that I’m your friend. Don’t get scared and tell me the time.” I said slowly and I could see a small smile on her face. I felt happy.
“Miss, I will go at 5 pm.” She said slowly.
“Ok, well. Then I’ll meet you at the main gate.”
“Ok, miss.”
I disappeared suddenly because I heard the voice which symbolized the tea time has finished and others are coming. I went to the cafeteria and I bought something to eat. i couldn’t stop thinking about her. i was counting the minutes until 5pm.
I will tell what I got to know from her through the words which came out of her mouth. Those are not lies. It was truth about one soul who lives on this earth!


What a beautiful story! I am feeling sweetness and love in my heart for you and you friend, Saku. Your acts of kindness and your friendship will bring so much beauty and goodness to the world!

May many blessings and much sweetness in life come to you and your friend, Saku. Remember, every act of love is like a pebble thrown in the river. All of the little waves created by that pebble create new waves of love, friendship and kindness.
In warmth and kindness and friendship,
-Joan Bartos

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My headiest Thanks for you!


thanks a lot for your kind words. And, for me friendship means a lot! Sometimes I have felt it as the whole world and everything for me. I love it!
I love your words a lot. To repeat, " Remember, every act of love is like a pebble thrown in the river. All of the little waves created by that pebble create new waves of love, friendship and kindness.
In warmth and kindness and friendship..."

Thanks a lot John.


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