“I want to see you, Sunny,” he telephoned.
“I’m busy, I’ll see you next Sunday,” Sunny replied.
“It’s urgent,” he said while feeling something unknown.
“Why?” he wanted to know.
“I can not tell you on the phone,” Sunny said as he was not sure.
“But why not?” He insisted.
“Please try to understand me?” Sunny requested.
“It’s all right. Should I come? Is it all right?” He asked.
“You can, if you wish,” He replied.
“Sunny, please don’t be so isolated. After all, I’m your friend. Why are you
hesitating to tell me and moreover you were neutral when I said I wanted to come,” he was feeling disturbed.
“All right, please come,” Sunny, said.
“O.K., I’m coming,” he said and left his home.
On his way to Sunny, he was thinking about Sunny who never wanted to hide his emotions from him.
They were good friends. Everything was common between them.
It was for the first time that he doubted about their depth of friendship.
“After all, Sunny is a human being, why he should bother about me?” he thought on his way.
“I should try to understand his helplessness,” he thought and reached at house of Sunny.
He rang the bell. A nurse opened the door.
“What is wrong with Sunny? Please tell me, I’m surprised with your presence,” he was surprised.
“Are you William, Sir?” she wanted to be sure.
“Yes, I’m, but what is wrong with him?” he was getting confused.
“Sir, he had a heart attack and you’re the one who shouldn’t be informed, this was his request. You may see him now,” she said.
“I’ve seen him. He is a joker,” he was helpless to stop his cry.
This Story asks for Moral Insight
Are not we having the rare gift of feeling concerned about something or someone while having first an intuitive feeling about?
Is not it a greatness of life treasure to fill it with what hurts us only but on letting it go off from the treasure it’ll hurt us more and others as well ?
Is not it a beauty of friendship that it grows and develops in the times of the experiences of life?
Is not it most difficult to hide the tenderness of heart from the friends?
Is not it helplessness makes us humans filled with compassion?