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A friend sent this interesting story:

Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."

Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.

Bobby's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year. "Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday."

Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.


Letter 1

Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday. I want a red one. Your friend, Bobby

Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy
this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.


Letter 2

Dear God,
This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I
would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you.

Your friend
Bobby

Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter
and started again.


Letter 3

Dear God,
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike
for my birthday.
Bobby

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So,
Bobby wrote a fourth letter.


Letter 4

God,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will
be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please!
Thank you,
Bobby

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get
him a bike. Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and
told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother
thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.

Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner.
Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked
around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked
up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped the statue under his
shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house,
and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down
with a piece of paper and a pen.

Bobby began to write his letter to God.


Letter 5

God,
I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN,
SEND THE BIKE!

Signed,
YOU KNOW WHO

Chala Ja Message Tu Banke Gulab
Hogi Sachi Dosti To Ayega Jawab
Na Aaya Jawab To Mat Hona Udaas
Samjh Lena Bartan Saaf Kar Rahein Hain Janab…

Barish Ka Mousam Bahut Tadpata Hai
Unki Yaad Aati Hai Jinhe Dil Chahta Hai
Lekin Wo Aayein Bhi To Kaise
Na Unke Paas Rain Coat Hai Aur Na Chhata Hai…