Friends, storytelling has been a long-standing tradition in our country. From childhood, we’ve grown up listening to stories from our grandparents, aunts, and uncles. However, in today's digital world, one might say that the tradition of storytelling is slowly fading. Stories are a powerful medium through which not only children but also adults learn and understand many things. Our endeavor is to entertain you with new stories while also embedding meaningful messages within them. We hope you enjoy our stories. Here is an interesting story titled:
"The Deep Bond Between the Postman and the Mother: Priceless Tales"
"Mother! Your son has sent a money order," the postman said, stopping his bicycle upon seeing the elderly woman.
Removing her glasses and wiping them with the edge of her sari, the old woman's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Son, let me say something first," the elderly mother looked at him expectantly, but he wanted to avoid her.
"Mother! I don't have much time to engage in conversation whenever your son wants to talk," the postman tried to hurry, but the old woman said, "Just a little time, please."
"Mother, you always insist that I facilitate a conversation with your son. I will lose money," the postman tried to explain, but she firmly said, "Just a little while."
Sighing, he dialed a number on his mobile phone and handed it to the old woman. After a short conversation with her son, the elderly woman was satisfied. A smile played on her wrinkled face.
"It's a thousand rupees, Mother!" Saying this, the postman gave her ten hundred-rupee notes. She counted them and gestured for him to take them.
"What happened, Mother?" he asked.
"Why leave a hundred rupees, dear!" she insisted, tears welling up in her eyes, and he reluctantly accepted the money.
"I don't understand," the postman was puzzled. He tried to avoid her questions, but she persisted, "What's going on, brother?"
"Brother, why do you do this every month...?" Ramprasad was curious, but he was astonished by the postman's reply.
"Every month, you not only give this old woman money from your own pocket, but you also pay me to talk to her on the phone as if you were her son! Why?" Ramprasad questioned.
"That's not your mother, is it?" Ramprasad tried to explain, but the postman revealed his truth, "I used to send a thousand rupees to my own mother every month! But where is my mother now...? Saying this, the postman's eyes filled with tears."
Ramprasad, who every month gave money and pretended to be her son on the phone, was speechless, emotionally impacted by the postman's genuine affection for a stranger.
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