These days, I end up reading more than writing, I haven't been travelling much, office work has become repetitive, nothing much to adore about.
I have not even gone out to buy new clothes, tomorrow seems to be the day, I hope to do that. I have become so monotonous with the tasks I get to do that, I lose track of even the topics which I wish to write. I had planned to write about two things, but I forgot one of the topic.
Now I am remembering one of the topic which I write now, as I yawn and yawn, I did not get to sleep during the day and I feel very sleepy as I write this.
I am generally against feeding street dogs, not that I hate dogs, just that, I am kind of pissed off when the same dogs attack small kids or other people or stories like that. My mother has a different opinion of feeding left over food if any to the dog, which I strongly disagree. They feed, multiply and create more nuisance in the neighborhood.
So she told me one such tale, in the office where my mother worked, there used to work a lady, who would each day cook a cauldron full of rice and feed it to stray dogs near her house and then come to work. She also told, dogs from nearby places came and consumed the cooked rice.
Once what happened, this lady who used to do this gem of a job, fell sick, and was hospitalized. She fell sick to that extent that the doctors had given up any hope. Finally miraculously, she survived and even came back to work completed her service and then retired.
To which, my mother told about a conversation which happened around this miracle some days later. It was perceived that, the dogs, which were missing their daily meal, when the woman was hospitalized prayed to god for a quick recovery or rather prayed regarding obtaining their daily food, that God cured the lady who was the source of their food.
I do not know what to say about this incidence. Long live the lady and she still cooks the cauldron of rice each day.
Cheers,
I'm glad I could remember this and finish typing this tale, instead of forgetting.
I have not even gone out to buy new clothes, tomorrow seems to be the day, I hope to do that. I have become so monotonous with the tasks I get to do that, I lose track of even the topics which I wish to write. I had planned to write about two things, but I forgot one of the topic.
Now I am remembering one of the topic which I write now, as I yawn and yawn, I did not get to sleep during the day and I feel very sleepy as I write this.
I am generally against feeding street dogs, not that I hate dogs, just that, I am kind of pissed off when the same dogs attack small kids or other people or stories like that. My mother has a different opinion of feeding left over food if any to the dog, which I strongly disagree. They feed, multiply and create more nuisance in the neighborhood.
So she told me one such tale, in the office where my mother worked, there used to work a lady, who would each day cook a cauldron full of rice and feed it to stray dogs near her house and then come to work. She also told, dogs from nearby places came and consumed the cooked rice.
Once what happened, this lady who used to do this gem of a job, fell sick, and was hospitalized. She fell sick to that extent that the doctors had given up any hope. Finally miraculously, she survived and even came back to work completed her service and then retired.
To which, my mother told about a conversation which happened around this miracle some days later. It was perceived that, the dogs, which were missing their daily meal, when the woman was hospitalized prayed to god for a quick recovery or rather prayed regarding obtaining their daily food, that God cured the lady who was the source of their food.
I do not know what to say about this incidence. Long live the lady and she still cooks the cauldron of rice each day.
Cheers,
I'm glad I could remember this and finish typing this tale, instead of forgetting.
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