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Anuja Bhor


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anujabhor1992
2 months ago
2 months ago
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It has been 50 years now, doing the same work. This old town has seen me growing. 

At 21, I took up this work - cobbler. 

Every penny I earned was invested in my child's education. I dreamt of a bright future for him, which today he has. 

But however he forgot about my dreams. 

My dreams - do they exist? 

Actually yes - dream of making my son successful, dream of a retiring from this work, dream of a life at peace. 

My son grew up and forgot that I am growing old too. He left me to fulfill his dreams failing to remember that I had sacrificed mine just for him to be a better person. 

Alas! I miss him and still pray for his success ahead.

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