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Kids can make any one do anything. U agree?? Parents are always ready to do anything for making their kids happy even if they actually don't like doing that. Here is the short and sweet story which is a real experience of one of my office-mates.


One fine day Harman and his mother Gurpreet were going to Gurudwara. Harman's grandparents (Dadi ji and Dada ji) were also with them. They were walking by a busy road so Gurpreet was trying to hold his son's hand. She said " Harman, please hold my hand, it's a busy road baby." In reply 4 years old Harman said " You said I am a big boy now then why should I hold your hand. I can go by myself." Gurpreet got his curt reply and thought to trick him in some other way. She said " When a boy and a girl move by the road side, they always hold hands of each other. As you are a boy and I am a girl so we should hold each other’s hand. Now give me your hand Harman." The smart boy Harman gave it a deep thought. It wasn't easy to trick him. He then said to his mother " Why Dadi ji and Dada ji are not holding each other’s hands ? They are boy and girl going together on the same road." Gurpreet was speechless. She underestimated his son. Accepting her failure in convincing Harman, she requested her in-laws to hold their hands. Now Dadi- Dada were clueless. She gave them all explanation and requested that this is the only way to sell this to Harman. Dadi ji started saying " You will make us feel insulted. At this age, how can I hold Dada's hand!! It wouldn't look good. What other people will say !!" Gurpreet again got acute reply from her mother in-law. She noticed Dada ji was smiling and getting red cheeks. But on Gurpreet's strong request Dada ji held the little finger of Dadi ji and started walking for Gurudwara. Oh boy Harman!! It was only few steps ahead, Harman again stopped. Gurpreet asked him " Now what ??". Harman sweetly replied " When a boy and a girl hold each other's hand while walking, they swing them back and forth also, just like we are doing Mamma. Tell Dadi ji and Dada ji to do it like this." Gurpreet laughed and suddenly stopped laughing with the thought she can't say this to her in-laws, to swing their hands :). Harman wanted a demonstration before taking any step further. She apprehensively went to her in-laws again. She told them whole point what Harman said. Now Dadi ji was full of anger. She started saying " Why can’t you stop Harman asking so much questions. This boy has given me a real headache. How would it look, 60 years oldies walking on a busy road, holding their hands and swinging them as well." Dada ji was still smiling. He said to Dadi ji " Let’s do it for our baby Harman." Gurpreet was not able to stop her giggle seeing her in-laws walking in such a way. First time after her marriage, she saw her in-laws holding each other’s hand. Though Dadi-Dada were not looking at each other but Harman made them walk like today's couples :)
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