There was a young merchant and his son. The merchant had lost his wife and so loved his son very much. One day when the father was away from house, this young son was taken away by a group of thieves. Before the thieves left the house, they burnt down the neighborhood.
When the young merchant returned to his house, he found a body of burnt-to-death child near the debris of his house.Being so struck of losing his son, he brought along with him the bag containing his son's ash with him everywhere he went.
Several months later, the merchant's son managed to escape from the thieves and returned back to his old house. He reached his house around midnight and knocked on the door. But the father ignored it, thinking that it was just another naughty kid from the neighborhood playing tricks on him. The son then left the father, and the father lost his son forever.
As we let the doors of our heart remained closed due to past hurt and disappointments, we deprive ourselves from the many other goodness that come knocking on it.
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