One upon a time in history...
A Mother who gives life to another and helps him/her to growth..
A great king and of course Gladiator named ‘SIKANDAR’ was won him battle and comeback to home at the time his mother says – “you come back my son from war and by the blessing of god you won...”
At that moment a great warrior repaid to his mother...
”mother , I am the great King “SIKANDAR” and ruler of the world who won the whole world and no one can got won over myself and you told me son? You are insulting me with saying this kind of sentence”
Mother replies to great Gladiator that ok my son I will call you only “SIKANDAR” , now days...
After some days....
In a great war The SIKANDAR got died...
Mother of The Sikandar visit graveyard and went to ‘Sikandar’s’ grave and says ‘The Great Gladiator SIKANDAR‘ I miss you....
At the time sound came out from Grave and says....
Mother don’t call me ‘SIKANDAR’ because after death I realise that ‘THE GREAT WARRIOR THEN ME ARE HERE’ but at last they are someone’s son
So You call me only “MY SON” not “SIKANDAR” that is the reality of the life...
The definition of RELATION never be change...
May status will be vary...
Thanking you,
Akash J Maru
