Albert wondered where the old bicycle would be lying now. This sketch was done by his eight-year old son, James, reproduced from the stories that he had heard from Albert. Albert had displayed it on the wall of his plush office.
The picture reminded him of his roots – his father who sold ice-cream on this bicycle, to pay for his son’s education. Albert wanted James to always remember that the lush foliage they now owned, were once nurtured by someone else. And that unfortunate man did not get to taste the fruit of his labor. They bowed in gratitude ….
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Reena Saxena 
Beautiful and uplifting. They are firmly rooted and can freely go forward.
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Inspiring and very identifiable. Luckily I am in still in contact with the son of the Ice cream walah from my school days.
Great write.
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Today, I heard of a driver, who lost his job, and started working for his daughter, who has been allocated an official car. Inspiring real stories…..
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That is a real treasure – the indomitable human spirit. 🙂
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Well written! It’s always good to remind ourselves where we started off from and our roots.
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Thank you!
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Very inspiring story, Reena. Loved the way you took this prompt and gave it a different direction.
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Thanks! In these days, bicycles just remind one of grandfathers.
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Beautiful story. So much history told in so little space. Welldone.
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Very touching story. Loved the last line.
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An awesome take here, Reena. Really enjoyed reading this one. 🙂 ❤
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Thank you!
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