πͺΆ Kahani:
Mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai, jab main pehli baar apne khet par gayi thi . Subah ke 6 baje the, mummy ne bola —
“Beta, aaj tere papa ke saath khet chalna hai, dekhna zara kisaan ka asli din kaisa hota hai!”
Main us din jeans aur naye shoes pehen kar gayi thi — lagta tha jaise picnic pe ja rahe hain π.
Lekin khet me pahunchte hi sab badal gaya — mitti ke chhidkav se lekar gaon ke logon ki hasi tak, sab kuch ek alag hi duniya thi.
Papa hal chala rahe the,
maati ki khushboo hawa me thi, aur main soch raha tha —
“Ye to gym se bhi zyada mehnat ka kaam hai!” πͺπ
Thodi der me jab unhone mujhe belon ke saath hal pakadne ko bola, to pehle to maine pose maara photo ke liye πΈ,
phir do minute me haath hilne lage aur pair mitti me fas gaye.
Sab log hans rahe the, par papa muskurate hue bole —
π “Beta, khti sirf mitti khodna nahi, zindagi ugana hai.”
Unke ye shabd mujhe andar tak choo gaye.
Us din samjha ki har daane ke peeche kitni mehnat aur umeed hoti hai.
πΏ Kisaan sirf apna nahi, sabka pet bharta hai.
Ab jab bhi main roti khaata hoon, mujhe us mitti ki khushboo yaad aati hai —
aur lagta hai, asli motivation to wahi hai — mehnat se ugti zindagi. π±❤️
π§ Lesson:“Kisaan sirf anaj nahi ugata, umeed ugata hai.”
Mehnat kabhi chhoti nahi hoti, bas nazariya bada hona chahiye.
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