It is about the time when Geus was too young to earn for himself. He was full of enthusiasm, joy and his happiness knew no bound when he used to ride his bicycle. Riding on his bicycle and moving around in his neighborhood was his hobby.

But like all mortals his happy days passed through few tremors. Though it should not be a big deal for us but he was still too young to understand life. His worry and matter of concern was the brand new bicycle he saw in the market few days ago. He had put forward his wish towards his father hoping to get it fulfilled like rest, but this time it was a different task at hand. Geus had to earn for himself, save his pocket money and get his bicycle. He was not disappointed. But the idea of saving his pocket money for bicycle was not enough. He had to earn.

Finally within a month he was on the roll. He managed to get a job in his friend Bill’s father’s grocery store. He never moved his eyes on his goal and did some odd jobs like paper boy. At the end of six months he managed to get his new bicycle and his achievement became a fairy tale.

No, this is not the end.

Next day his father came to him with a gift box and asked him to give away his bicycle to him and in return will get that gift box.

What do you think? He gave away his bicycle? No.

Not even next week, not even next month.

But at the end Geus became too restless. He was not restless about giving away his bicycle but restless as he was not able to give it away for his father. How would he be feeling? He thought.

Finally following Sunday his father came again and before he could say anything he asked for the box and gave away his bicycle. He had tears in his eyes. He went to his room, closed the door and for a long time kept on staring out of the window.

What a cruel father. Isn’t it?

 Finally he remembered the gift box and his lazy hands picked up the box. His eyes sparkled with what was inside, a key and letter from his father. He was gifted with a motorbike.

I WILL NOT BE SUMMARIZING MORAL OF THE STORY BUT IF YOU DO WISH ME TO, THEN YOU CAN THINK OF GEUS AS YOURSELF AND HIS FATHER AS GOD.

Just don’t replace the writer though. J