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Making of Hanumanji

Ronak was feeling bad. The coach was nasty to him. He had given him a scolding in front of his friends, asking him not to show his face if he was not interested in the game. Ronak decided to bury his dream of becoming a footballer. But he still felt hurt. Ronak wanted to get rid of that horrible pain. He went for a long walk. Dusk fell. Suddenly, he realized it was dark and he had reached the outskirts of the city. He turned back. It was then that he spotted a Hanuman temple. Devotees had gathered for the evening prayer. After prayers, the devotees left. There was no one except Ronak who was looking at a stone left outside the temple. “I’m as useless as this stone, not wanted by anybody,” said Ronak to himself. People used the stone to break coconuts, which were offered to Hanumanji. “I know how you feel. My brother and I lay here on the ground for centuries. Nobody looked at us. Nobody cared for us.” Ronak was startled to hear the voice. Was it the stone speaking or was it his imagination? “One day a sculptor picked me up. He broke me into two pieces. He left one half here; that’s me. I’m the lowly stone used for breaking coconuts. The other half is the stone that these people honour as Hanumanji,” said the stone. Ronak looked at the idol of Hanuman, beautifully decorated, with lamps burning in front of it. He felt sorry for the stone outside. “If I’m honoured today, I’ve earned it, brother,” said a soft voice. Ronak was surprised to hear the voice was coming from the temple idol. “The sculptor worked on me with his chisel and hammer. He kept hammering over me. It was so painful. As I cried in pain, you brother, laughed at my plight. You were happy you were spared by the sculptor.