In our country, storytelling has a rich and ancient tradition. We've all grown up listening to stories from our grandparents, aunts, and uncles. However, in today's digital world, some might argue that this tradition is slowly fading. Stories are a powerful tool for learning and understanding, benefiting both children and adults. Our aim is to entertain you with new stories while also conveying meaningful messages. We hope you enjoy our tales. Here's an interesting story titled:
"The Postman and the Mother's Deep Bond: Priceless Stories"
"Mother! Your son sent a money order," the postman said, stopping his bicycle as he saw the elderly woman.
Removing her glasses and wiping them with her sari's pallu, 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 chat 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 let you talk to your son. I'll 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 seemed content. A smile played on her wrinkled face.
"It's one thousand rupees, Mother!" Saying this, the postman gave her ten hundred-rupee notes. She counted them and gestured for him to take them back.
"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...?" Rampravesh was curious, but he was astonished by the postman's answer.
"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?" Rampravesh questioned.
"That's not your mother, is it?" Rampravesh tried to explain, but the postman revealed his truth, "I used to send my own mother a thousand rupees every month! But where is my mother now...? Saying this, the postman's eyes filled with tears."
Rampravesh, who every month gave money and pretended to be her son over the phone, was speechless, deeply moved by the postman's genuine affection for a stranger.
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