A Little ray of love....


This is a budding writer who refuses to acknowledge her talent, has a blog, but i end up posting for her, so please read, a real gem is here.......
Raghvi:
Me and my sister Medhavi had gone out yesterday...
right after parking my scooty, both of us started off for our destination, a few feet away at the gate of the parking we heard a loud yelp of a dog. When we turned around we saw that a dog was trying to reach us, he had hurt his leg and it seemed he was in excruciating pain, though there was no external injury, he tried to stop a guy by showing him his leg, silently asking for help, but the cyclist got scared and ran away, then i went up to the dog and patted the dogs head once, he stopped crying and then i started caressing his head and even hugged him.....after a minute or so, he put his hurt leg down...me and my sister tried to make him walk and he walked away painlessly, We were amazed at what had happened.
All he needed was a moment of love. it stole his pain, maybe even his loneliness, i know from my personal experience its not easy to ask strangers for help, this was one experience that i would never forget....

Comments

  1. SahilFebruary 27, 2010 at 11:42 PM

    Wowwwwww!!!!!!!
    Never knew u cud ride a scooty...
    Moreover vry nice job done sis.... I wud'nt have done it evr.....

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  2. ankitaFebruary 27, 2010 at 11:47 PM

    i likes

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  3. AalsiPandaFebruary 27, 2010 at 11:58 PM

    I have already read it, she msgd me this - A moment of Love is all everyone needs, Life has become so complex lately, people are over busy, they have lost that love and warmth for others.. In this complex world all one is lookiung for is a lil love, care and affection.. Rags am really proud of you... Please please its my humble request start posting on your own.. Sharing is caring.. You never know which post of yours can stop someone's tears and bring a smile on his face and might give a reason to live!!

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  4. RaphaelFebruary 28, 2010 at 12:03 AM

    yet she is so lazy that she doesn't post it on her blog....

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  5. Requiem for a dreamFebruary 28, 2010 at 9:35 AM

    awwwwww....dis is so touching....well done buddy...!
    n aarrrrrgghhh u cyclist :(

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  6. RaphaelFebruary 28, 2010 at 9:32 PM

    @aakriti: she is a very nice girl....aise hi kaam karti rehti hai

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  7. Jil Jil RamamaniMarch 3, 2010 at 9:13 PM

    If you look back, at every low moment in your life, there has been someone who patted you and with whose love you gained the courage to walk away from the pain. As you said, that's all that makes the difference...

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  8. RaphaelMarch 4, 2010 at 7:37 PM

    @jil jil: i agree in part, not completely....

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  9. PHOENIXMarch 8, 2010 at 4:32 PM

    dosto...
    arigatto

    il soon rite.....very soon..:)
    arigatto dada..

    an thnx fr the corrections too:)

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  10. BEYOND MILESTONESMarch 9, 2010 at 9:57 PM

    hmmmm...naaiiice chotu!!!keep the good wrk going!!!
    kaiva.

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