“Om, please do not run. I am scared you will break the vases” Trina warned.
“Don’t worry Mom” Om replied while running.
The Parsi owner of the store was looking at Om with a smile fixed on his face.
Trina felt embarrassed at her son’s attitude. She nearly apologised and said “I am so sorry. I hope he breaks nothing.”
The man smiled and said “Let him break, my vases can be replaced but his childhood laughter is irreplaceable.” He paused and said “Please do not stop him, there is sound of laughter in my shop after a long time.”
Word count: 100
Picture Courtesy: Sarah Ann Hall
This post is written for Friday Fictioners hosted by our dear Rochelle Wissof. To read more stories written for Friday Fictioners please click here.
Trina Looks Back 
You almost never get to see such large hearted gestures these days. Heartwarming!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Mayuri
LikeLike
Sweet story, and so true. There is something so uplifting about a child’s laughter.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a lot Iain
LikeLiked by 1 person
Loved the story you weaved around the photo prompts of Urns in the picture 🙂
Indeed that kid’s laughter filling his store is priceless when compared to the worth of Urns!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for this lovely comment Keerthi
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s a sweet one. How many folks really are that kind these days!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ya, kindness is becoming an obsolete virtue..thanks Parul for reading.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such people are very rare. I am glad there are such folks who know the importance of childhood. 🙂
LikeLike
Beautifully done, Balaka.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Varad…am writing after a long time.
LikeLike
Dear Balaka
What a dear man and a sweet story surrounding him.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Rochelle
LikeLike
You can’t put a price on joy! Delightful.
Click to read my FriFic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A very sweet story, Balaka . I wonder what this man’s story is! You have inspired me to read about the tiny Parsi Community in India.
P.S. Great to see you here, again.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Moon
LikeLike
that’s such a cute thought – this carefree phase of childhood will not last forever
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, that took an unexpected turn! That’s a most unusual shopkeeper.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have written a lovely story that uplifts me.
It’s not a conventional short story with a twist – or a build-up of intensity – or a list – or humorous – but it works extremely well. You have shown great sensitivity in how you’ve painted all the characters. I think we’d all enjoy Om’s laughter, we’d all feel apologetic like Trina, and we’d all revere the Parsi shopkeeper for his willingness to let the child put his vases at risk. I wonder when he last had childish laughter in his shop, and who the child was…
LikeLike
Aww! Such an understanding store owner. Lovely story as usual, my dear!
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a sweet story!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now that is something you don’t see very often! Lucky for her…
LikeLiked by 1 person
She knows 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes
LikeLike