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| Ambassador of Peace |
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| Ambassador of Peace |
There was a desolate plot near the village which he inherited from his late father. Here was a banyan tree whose shade was very dense and soothing. On this tree were the nests of tiny birds. The chirping of birds lingered in Dali Dali. Sometimes myna, sometimes Fakhta, sometimes Bulbul, sometimes Kohl, sometimes ,Hud Hud sometimes Neel Kanth used to sing a song and then when Henry harmonized his violin melodies with the songs of birds, it felt like the whole priesthood of love. Soaking in the shower.
People say that's what Henry has. He had no mother, no father, no sister, no brother, no wife, no children, no job, just a modest rent from his father's shop. , Is full of fragrances and emotions. It is as if his life is a dream in which everything is illuminated by the moon. The galaxy passes through it and the moon and stars follow it. He was startled by his dream when an organization wanted to set up an institution here and wanted to buy the plot from him. In return he would receive a large sum of money, but Henry was not willing to sell his beautiful world for a price.
This decision was the first blow of his own thinking. Young man fond of art and music. Don't you want to organize music concerts in the company of Odds? Can a small artist get a big stature here? The second blow fell ....... Who hears you in this desolate corner. If you sing in the hall of this institution, you will get praise from the spectators. Then you will be recorded on cassettes and CDs and spread all over the world.
You will not give peace and tranquillity to the people with your songs full of love. Now he has decided that he will hand over the small world full of his dreams to those who will fill it with the colour of reality but he did not want to leave this place. He wanted to see the sun rise from the soil of this land. Whose rays illuminate the jug.
He placed a condition in front of the workers that he should also be given a job in this institution. His condition was accepted. There was a beautiful building with Dassin’s office in one room. Henry found out that he had to work under the famous musician Dassin, so he was very happy. He works with great dedication and hard work. When he was free from work, he would sit in the hall and play his violin. The people in the office began to appreciate him. His popularity among the people began to grow but Dassin was upset. He just wanted to see Henry as a mediocre worker. In the eyes of the people, his liking for her filled Dassin's heart with jealousy and rivalry. Those who used to sit in Dassin's office would now go to the hall to listen to Henry's music, and when someone praised Henry in front of Dassin's, he would get angry.
Once Henry placed files in front of Dassin in the office, he put several crosses on the papers and knocked files on the table. "You're an incompetent thief and a lazy person. You're just my subordinate here. I can't allow you to sit and play music in your spare time. What are you looking at standing up? Go and fix it." Come on. "
And then it became a daily routine for Henry. He who possessed a sensitive heart and beautiful intelligent. The emphasis was going to be. The beautiful little world of his heart was being demolished. He stopped playing the tambourine in the company for the sake of Dassin's happiness, but Dassin's excesses in the office were increasing. He also misjudged Henry's righteous deeds and continued to insult him. Every abuse of it hurts Henry's heart and mind. Henry had now begun to write songs. The song that eradicates terrorism, oppression, injustice and hatred would be soaked in the shower of love. It smells of peace. In his songs, brotherhood and love look high and bright like the moon. Justice would feel like embracing the world like the rays of the sun. Compassion, kindness and kindness cast a shadow over the afflicted like a dense tree. Henry and his songs were ambassadors of peace and love .His songs were published in newspapers and magazines. The country's nooks and crannies were singing her songs to Henry Composer's Hui music. She was gaining fame and respect.
A reporter interviews him.
"So much honour, so much fame? How are you feeling?" Henry replied.
"Fame and honour is a gift from God, so I am not worthy of anyone." "Who are you worthy of?" One day Dassin roared at him so loudly that his heart was pounding again. You think you're going to be a great artist. Will you take my place"I am just an artist in my head. How can I take your place. I know how to give my place, not take the place of others. I just have to have a wide and open heart."
"What do you mean by saying that you are a very wise philosopher and I am a fool? Yes, I am a fool in the sense that I am enduring a man like you here. You are like a burden on my head. You've been on board. You've become a headache for me. "
Dassin behaviour is noted by the office so that the judges can decide with justice. There was to be a high award decision for the best musician. Dassin was confused while listening to different CDs of music. He couldn't decide but a tune shook the strings of his heart. Extremely mellow, extremely sarcastic, full of peace and love. Like all his restlessness, all his anxiety, all his pain, is melting into a sweet jam.
Dassin said to his friend John.
"This musician deserves the award but I want to meet this musician before the announcement. You somehow find out what the name of this musician is."
After some tug-of-war, John managed to find out his name. He told this good news to Dassin and said that I will take you to him but I will not tell his name yet.
Dassin and John were in front of a room of Hart Ward of High Air Hospital. John opened the door.
"This is the musician"
Henry was lying in front. Dassin was shocked. Then closed the door. He turned back. I thought in my heart that good wind I found out first. Now I have to change my mind. How can I give him an award that I despise and that I hate?
Dassin was crossing his car in the parking lot of a shopping plaza. He got out of the car and walked two steps when a loud explosion occurred. Dassin jumped several feet high and then he did not regain consciousness. After several hours of unconsciousness, he regained consciousness and had a headache. Tissues were rising from the body.
"You have a cylinder explosion. But thankfully you are out of danger," the doctor reassured.
Dasin family, friends were all coming to visit. Keep talking But Dassin was in the world as if he could. He does not answer anyone. Silently staring at the ceiling. And he kept thinking about how he had tortured and abused Henry so many times. And Henry endured patiently, never bringing a bill or a frown on his forehead. Dassin sobbed as he told John all this, saying that he had attacked Henry with his tongue and words, with his attitude, with his cruelty. Dassin gasped as he said this and a river of tears flowed from his eyes.
As soon as Dassin was discharged from the hospital, he was rushed to Henry's cardiac ward, where he had been unconscious for several days. Dassin called out to Henry, "O ambassador of peace, get up and sing songs of love and tranquillity. The whole world is waiting for your sarcastic voice." The trees, the chirping birds and all the people around you are waiting to hear your loving song. So much so that I persuade Dr. Dassin to understand Henry's tense situation. Only then did Henry slowly open his eyes and nod.
Now once again the ambassador of peace was playing the violin with his loving songs. And everyone was happy.
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