Firaki

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Aman prepared his tattered rug to lay on the side footpath, today he was happy, for he could spare some money to buy a Firaki, for him it was the most treasured object. He always wanted one, but selling Firaki's is one thing and buying one is another. He sold Firaki's at the signal of Vashi Highway in Mumbai. He always looked expectedly at the parents of small kids who like some under the spell or charm would immediately cry for the Firaki's he sold. These colorful toys were all he knew to sell, a small Firaki would fetch 3 rupees, while the bigger ones would cost 5 and 7 rupees each. 

Tired of selling Firakis all day in the sun, made him sleepy, still, he held on to the one Firaki in his hand, he bought this Firaki for himself and it was a world to him. Although he was selling Firakis day in and day out. This Firaki which he bought, brought him a sense of achievement and at the tender age of 10 Aman became an entrepreneur Visionaire for he so much believed and valued his product that he bought himself one. There are many things that Aman wanted to possess, that one was the Firaki, and when that Firaki revolved in the air, he was overjoyed.

This was all he thought, before spreading his tattered rug on the footpath. There was no bed, no blanket no fan or ac, and no lighting, but there was something more potent than everything else. In that darkness on the footpath lay a child who dreamed, he dreamed of a better life, better everything and that was evident when stuck between two buddles of rags, the Firaki revolved aired the little dreamer that slept peacefully under it.

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We are so engrossed in our daily struggles that we are failing to dream better things, yes wanting money is not a dream. What dream really constitutes is being better. Like Aman a street seller who could have any number of Firakis he wanted, as he was the one who was selling those. Yet he chose to be better, he dreamed of bigger things, and his aspirations soared high from the low footpath to the highrise tower next to it.

Let us dream good, dream better.


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