MY MOTIVE IN LIFE (THE END)

Four years later

It took one month to recover from the shock of the death of my father. After that, I concentrated on the business and I started earning well. After the government released the order of employment for the women. My sisters opened a flower bouquet shop and selling the bouquet and it's already one year. They are earning well. When I searched for the identity of the girl I found that the girl's parents died long ago her father was an Army officer and friend of my dad, and he died in the India and Pakistan war of 1999.

At that time his wife was pregnant, and hearing her husband's death she was shocked and fell from the sofa due to that the baby was born as blind and within three months her mother also died staying in an orphanage. My dad understood that and was ready to donate his eyes, maybe he want to tell that but his body cannot able to speak.

I prayed to god and Father that this secret I will keep for myself and I secretly helped her with her school fees and took her expenses as a sponsor. My mom recovered from her shock and soon she started going to school and taking the post of principal and my wife and brother are taking care of the teaching. We opened other courses like CAT CET exams for MBA and mechanical engineering. Everything is smooth and beautiful. Let my dad be happy by seeing all these things and stay in peace. Reuniting with your family and friends is a different experience. This is my life. In the future, I am planning to open a party hall so that we can take orders. This life of mine is a good adventure story for all other NRIs in the future.

Four years passed swiftly like a small and big tide and currents. At every stage of our life, we have to play many roles. Shakespeare says this life is the stage where we have to play many roles and every role and each step in life is filled with stones and thorns but if you cross this then only you can step on flowers that only lead you to the red carpet of success. Well friends I am planning to publish my story hope you like this. This is my story the life of the Non-Resident Indians. This is the common story of all the people who go outside. As the saying goes wherever you go nothing is better than your home. The world is beautiful but nothing is as beautiful as India even a night.

I felt as if the night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands. Stars filled the sky like pale corn on the freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the coziness of home. No matter the years that passed, Leo saw each night sky as a fresh gift given anew. It was the moment anyone that knew him would see his eyes smile and his breathing deepens just a little.