The Real Beauty.....

"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestledin her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, shegasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window.
The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing wasperfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed homefrom school one day and flung himselfinto his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be asuccession of heartbreaks.He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy ... called me a freak."
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favourite with his fellowstudents, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed agift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with otheryoung people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing bedone? "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could beprocured," the doctor decided.
Then the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for ayoung man. Two years went by. Then, "You are going to the hospital, Son.Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's asecret," said the father.
The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talentsblossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" Heurged his father, "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough forhim." "I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement wasthat you are not to know, not yet."
The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come ... one of thedarkest days that a son must endure. He stood with his father over hismother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the fatherstretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to revealthat the mother -- had no outer ears.
"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he whisperedgently, "and nobody ever thought Mother less beautiful, did they?" Realbeauty lies not in the physical appearance, but in the heart. Real treasurelies not in what that can be seen; but what, that cannot be seen.
Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what that is done butnot known . . .

 

Just Do it This Happens only in India 

Sania Mirza