He was not born as intelligent as his brothers. His brothers scored good marks; he somehow managed to drag through the passing line. His father had high ego factors as he was a renowned man in the society. He was always disappointed upon his third child. He had a younger sister. She had faith upon her thrid brother.
"One of your child will make you proud one day," said the family astrologer to the father on a visit.
"I am sure it will be one of them", the father said pointing the two elder brothers."I have a dream to see one among them as a engineer and the other as doctor," continued the typical Indian father.
"It can be him also or the little girl," said the astrologer pointing the third child.
"She is yet to grow up and he is not competent enough to do so", said the father.
"What's wrong with him?" asked the inquisitive astrologer.
"Well he isn't as sharp as his brother's. I just hope he gets competent enought to earn fr his own living," said the father.
The third son failed in the second year of graduation. His father got furious. "I will be happy if you don't turn up on the day when I will be laid on the pyre," said the father angrily.
The third son joined the army. He realized his passion of serving the motherland.
He was on a night patrol with his team and suddenly there was an ambush. He openned fire at the miscreants. He pulled his team members who were hit by bullets to the cover by the rocks. Whenever realized a pinch of fear within he asked his team to be brave. He was short of bullets. He thought to pull the knife out and march towards the hideout of the terrorists. Suddenly they threw a grenade towards them. He volunteered to jump upon the grenade by his chest to lessen the impact upon others by taking the splinters on his chest. He died instantaneously but his bravery saved the life of his team mates.
They carried the coffin of the bravemen with the Tricolour. Thousands of people gathered at his place. The town was declaed holiday for the day. The residens of the town decided to change the name of the years old town road to his name. They also decided to put a small statue in the field beside the town health centre. The father who was just a resident of the town until the day before was now the most respected person in the entire town.
They bought his bed roll and belongings home. His mother openned the suitcase. There was a letter. She read but couldn't anounce. She handed it to the father. The letter was penned as -
Dear Dad,
If you are reading this letter ever, than I am surely resting somewhere in another world. I always wanted to hug you tightly once, but couldn't. I know that I was never a good son like my elder brothers, but believe me I always tried to be one. I am sorry I could never make you proud. I have saved some money ever since I joined the job. I would want you to take that as my contribution for my sisters education. I know you and your elder sons are rich enough but somewhere you also have a third child and its from him to his little younger sister. I will be happy if you put the fire on my pyre.
Your Son
