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A Letter To God

Rohit was playing outside his house. His mother Kamala did not go to work today. She was lying on the bed at home.

Kamla: Where is Rohit, son? come here.

Hearing his mother's voice, Rohit came running to his mother.

Rohit: What happened mother?

Kamla: Son, give me some water to drink and go and call Kusum Aunty.

Rohit gave water to Mother. After giving water he ran and reached Kusum Aunty's house.

Rohit: Aunty's mother has called you.

Kusum: Okay you go, I will come.

After some time Aunty Kusum came to mother.

Kusum: Kamla I told you earlier. Take leave from work and get yourself treated first. But have you ever listened to me?

Kamla: Sister, I think I might not be able to survive. I am worried about Rohit. He can't even eat food with his hands. What will happen to it after me?

Kusum: Why are you thinking useless things? Such diseases keep coming and going. You will be fine. When you went to the hospital yesterday, what did the doctor say?

Kamla: The doctor said that the cancer is spreading. The treatment will take a long time. But I know. The doctor is lying. My body is abandoning me.

Little Rohit was standing outside the house listening to the conversations of his mother and aunt Kusum. He felt as if he and his mother would be left alone.

Aunty Kusum was consoling her mother.

Kamla: Sister, take care of my Rohit after me. I know I have no right to you. But after his father left, everyone left me.

Kusum: Don't worry about it. You said it. It is being treated in a big cancer hospital.

Kamla: Yes, it is true, but it will cost a lot of money to get treatment there, from where will I get so much money.

Kusum: Have faith in God, everything will be fine.

Rohit was secretly listening to both of them. All she knew was that God could make her mother well.

In the evening when Kamala was sleeping. Then Rohit took out a notebook from his bag and started writing something.

God ji

My mother has cancer. Cure his illness. Otherwise, send money so that treatment can be done in a big hospital. Don't call my mother like Papa. Don't forget, my house is number three in the street behind Bade Hanumanji's temple.

Yours Rohit.

After writing the letter, Rohit kept it in his bag. The next morning he took the letter and put it in the post box.

Rohit was very happy. He knew. God will cure his mother.

Kamla: Where did you go? early morning.

Rohit: Nowhere mother, I was just playing outside the house.

The letter written by Rohit reaches the post office along with the mail for sorting. That letter reaches the hands of a postman. After reading this he takes it to the postmaster. The postmaster starts thinking after reading the letter. This child should be helped. He keeps the letter in his pocket.

After leaving the post office in the evening, the postmaster was going home on his bike. It was night time and there were many potholes on the road. Suddenly the bike loses its balance in a pit and the postmaster falls down along with the bike.

Some people run and pick him up. His leg was badly injured. Two people put him in an auto and took him to the hospital.

While reaching there he becomes unconscious. Girdhari Ji, the most senior doctor of the hospital, was on duty at that time. They put plaster on the postmaster's leg. Give him an injection. Then he tells the nurse

Girdhari ji: Who brought it?

Nurse: Sir, I don't know, some people left him here and were saying that he had fallen from the bike.

Girdhari ji: Search for him and find out his name and address.

The nurse searches.

Nurse: Sir, I have found this purse, it has his ID card in it. He is a postmaster in some post office and has also received a letter.

Girdhari ji: Do this as per the address written on the ID card. Send someone and inform them about it.

After that Girdhari ji starts reading the letter.

The next day Girdhari ji comes to see the postmaster. By then his family members have also arrived.

Girdhari ji: How are you now?

Post Master: Okay Doctor Saheb. When will this plaster come off?

Girdhari ji: It will come down soon. There is no fracture in the bone. There is a slight creak. Put in weight on it. It will be fixed in fifteen days. Tell me one thing, this is a letter found in your pocket. Whose is this?

Post Master: I don't know, a postman found it yesterday while sorting the mail. He gave it to me.

Girdhari ji reached his friend Roshan's house in the evening.

Girdhari ji: Roshan, I have received a letter from a child. Can we help it?

Roshan Ji was the owner of the same big cancer hospital.

Roshan ji: Who is this?

Girdhari ji: I don't know from where I got this letter.

Roshan Ji: You have done very well. I will make all the arrangements tomorrow itself and let's go to this address in the morning.

Girdhari ji: We have to treat his mother, no matter how much money it takes, I will give it.

Roshan Ji: God has chosen us to help this. It's not a matter of money. I assure you that I will leave no stone unturned to treat it.

The next day a car stops outside Kamla's house. Children were playing in the street.

Girdhari ji: Son, which is Rohit's house?

The child shows the house by gesture. Both of them knock on the door of the house. Rohit opens the door.

Rohit: Who are you? With whom do you want to meet?

Girdhari ji: Son, you wrote this letter. God has sent us to treat your mother.

Rohit is very happy. Roshan ji and Girdhari ji tell everything to Kamla.

Tears start flowing from Kamala's eyes. She calls Kusum and leaves Rohit with her and leaves them for the hospital.

Kamla gets good treatment in the cancer hospital. After three months all his reports came back normal. He is discharged from the hospital.

Today Kamla came home.

Rohit: Mother, God has healed you and sent you back. Did you meet Father there?

Kamla: No son, I just met God. That too because of your letter.

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