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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 and.

'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 your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor 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 self-less real love is!

We all are actually blessed with little Angels, it is only matter of removing 
the dust from our stressfull minds and recognizing them. Also we all were 
probably rather certainly born as little Angels but gradually dusted our minds  
with the selfishness of this materialistic world.

The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their
own terms but are those who change their terms for others & inspire
others.

Warm regards.

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