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Incredible Ingredients

Sitting on the bench of society's park, she looked at the hustle-bustle of children playing in the evening. "Didn't he speak to you today as well?" Granny was taken aback, as tiya whispered in her ears. "No", it came out from her deep experienced eyes fixed at nowhere. The sun was not in hurry today. The daylight seemed to crawl on the lush green carpet.The park was small but systematic with a couple of swings and slopes and a jogging track. People of the society enjoy their evening time in the park everyday.

"Where are you granny?" said tiya shaking granny's fragile shoulders.
"My dear... I am listening to you."
"Why don't you teach mogu a good lesson? Shall I complain to dad about his rough attitude?"
"No tiya... He is only 11 yr old and he doesn't know what he is doing and why he is doing that."
"But he shouldn't talk to you that way Granny."
"I know my dear. You know what, my granny told me a beautiful thing. She was a very good cook and she used to tell us that our kitchen has two magical items that make incredible ingredients. Salt and Sugar. So likewise, our mind also has two magical items that make incredible ingredient in our lives : Smile and Sorry. After-fight a smile and after any mistake a sorry help to sustain a good relationship. Because in this world we can't afford to lose a relationship, no matter what. And I try to give mogu a smile so that he understands I have forgiven him for his misbehave. "
" Granny! You are amazing. And I know mogu will also realize one day that with a smile and a sorry one can win half of the battles in life. "
"Oh! you are very smart tiya."
Tiya couldn't help but to laugh out loud and kiss her granny a thank you kiss.

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