A lady served toasts and jam in dinner, to her son and her husband after a very busy and tiring day at work. The son noticed that she kept a burnt toast on the father’s plate. Not just burnt, but completely, burnt to black. The son noticed it and wondered if anyone else ever saw it?
The father, ate the toast. He never uttered a word. After some time, the wife apologised for the burnt toast which she had served earlier. The husband replied, “honey, I love burnt toasts”.
Later that night, when the boy went to kiss goodnight to his father, he asked the father, ” Dad, do you really live burnt toasts?”. Fir which, the father replied, “No sweetheart, your mother has had a very long and exhaustive day, and moreover, a burnt toast never hurts anyone, but you know what does? Harsh words!!!”
This not an original piece if work by me, but yet, something which has a value unequitable to anything else. We all need to realise that, a few words utters in haste has huge irreversible impacts. And this happens only with the people we love, the people we care.
I for one have almost always been inconsiderate about my patents’ feelings. I just came across this story, a short story which made me realise something very important in life. Other’s feelings, which we should care about. Not to be an altruist or an ascetic but still, a person with an equanimous state of mind. A little placid about the repercussions of our words.
With love and respect, Adha.