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Father, The Real Superhero

Dec 6, 2022
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By Giridhar Alwar


Once there was a man, who lived with all the luxuries. He gave life to many giving jobs through his business. He was an inspiration for the workers and a superhero for his children.

Suddenly one day he had to leave all his properties, money and etc for keeping trust on someone giving surety.

Who once had everything have nothing in hands now. Children are grown to understand what's happening around. He found no other way than working as labor. He was the one who gave jobs to hundreds, now, found himself working under someone.

His son one day asked him, “Dad… Didn’t you feel low when you work as an employee…? You were a King previously, and I couldn’t see you like this.”

Father replied, “Dear…! Till I have energy in my hands, I Don’t feel low to do anything to feed my family.”

“What about your prestige…? How the society sees you this way…?” Son continued to ask questions.




“My prince…! My prestige is not important than your hunger and a bright future. This society might not see me the same way as it used to be. As a father, I will try to fulfill your needs. That’s my responsibility. Remember one thing prestige got no place besides responsibility.”

The man kept his prestige aside when it was a choice between prestige and responsibility. He had no complaints on anyone. But had a great dream to give his family the best life.

With his wife’s support, soon he fulfilled his family necessities and gradually they stood at the same position where they were once.

Again, he stood as an inspiration, not only for the workers but also for his children.

His children continued to look at him as a superhero as he was smiling when he was low and trusted hard work to raise up.

They grew up the same way as his father trusting hard work and kept his pride in the sky.


By Giridhar Alwar





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