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May I borrow 25 Rupees ?

Posted: April 14, 2009 by rohitgarg83 in Story

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question? ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man. Daddy, how much do you make in an hour?’ That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.

‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make in an hour?’ asked the boy.

‘If you must know, I make 50/- Rs. per hour.’ ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down. ‘Daddy, may I please borrow 25/- Rupees?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is to borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you leave straight to your room and go to bed. I don’t work hard every day for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that 25 Rupees and he really doesn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened it. ‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.’No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy. ‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you ‘ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the 25 Rupees you asked for.’ The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled bills.

The man seeing that the boy had money already, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. ‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied. ‘Daddy, I have 50/- Rs. now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son and begged for forgiveness.
It’s just a short reminder to all of us working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that 50/- worth of your time with someone you love.