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Greet The Flower"Respect"

May 5, 2023
2 min read

By Nikita Agrawalla


Can you pluck the flower of "Respect" and greet someone with it!

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Every day was a good day for Jolly.

There was a boy named Jolly who was very studious and naughty also. He always thinks of himself as the golden charm.

Due to a lack of education facility in his town he was shifted to the hostel away from his family. He would make fun of his friends thinking they get low grades. Whenever on weekends his family member called he would not talk thinking he is getting good marks and he is the Jack of all. The family couldn't utter a single word to him.




One day Rolly, Jolly's friend asked him "Why do you treat your Parents like this".Rolly was a kind, sincere Child although he got fewer grades than Jolly. Jolly answered, " I am a topper, and what more parents can expect from the child".

Both friends completed their studies and got degrees. They started finding their jobs and successfully got the job.

Whenever he goes somewhere he was known by his family name.

There was a big turn in Jolly life when his father left the planet due to a heart choke. True friends can't be separated . Rolly was unaware of the news called randomly to Jolly asking about what's going on!

A tear came in the eyes when Rolly heard the news and when Jolly told bro! you were correct "I have learned everything in my life, but the respect and value of parents I recognized when I lost the important gems".

jolly exclaimed you could pluck all the flowers and throw but love, respect, kindness, and care need to be greeted properly.



By Nikita Agrawalla




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