My story is my question?
Today I will tell a story and ask a question, and you all have to answer it.
Last Sunday, I saw an old man waiting for a long time outside a mall in my locality. The old man stands outside the mall from ten in the morning to noon without any work.
An easy question arises in my mind, why has the old man waited so long? Who is this old man??
With the help of people nearby, I learned that he comes here every Sunday and waits here for hours. The gentleman is about seventy years old, and has been here every Sunday, regardless of the drought, rain, or winter.
As my curiosity grew, I inquired about the old man to find out more.
"It simply came to our notice then. He was divorced when he was twenty-five years old. But the ex-wife often comes to the mall with her new husband to shop. It is true that the gentleman has not spoken to his ex-wife, but has been waiting for many months for every Sunday to have a glimpse of her ex-wife.
We will do anything to get what we desired for the most. When we get them we also lose them easily. Is not it pity!!!! .
It is normal to lose your life in the joy of finding something. But losing one for life time and grieving the rest of our life is the most embarrassing thing.
Now the question arise in my mind that does the old man really loves his ex-wife, whom he divorced twenty-five years ago?
If he was not in love then why to wait to have a glimpse of her?????
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