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VITAMIN- G

VITAMIN-G
A few days before new- years eve, last year , as i was taking a round ,I saw on one side of the road a huge first -world -shopping mall.One of its shops had stolen the show.What? yes ....That was a store which had all sorts of medicines to tone-up /beautify human - body - with -a cosmetic -touch.
Vitamin section --A-B-C-D-E-F-..

A naughty and curious boy, at his stripleen of thirteen/ fourteen, asked the shopkeeper,' Do you also have Vitamin-G' ?

The shop keeper laughed, and said...'God knows'.!

This words -God knows, touched me.I thought - how true! we can buy all vitamins, except Vitamin-G; G for God!

The cold breeze was getting more ROUGHER...the road was almost deserted as I was passing the bridge. Accross the River, as it flows by MIT Boston,I could see the shimmering moon beam had enveloped its spell on the ripples of the small waves...all cocktailed ... as if creating thousand silvery jasmines on the river bed.
A Bell on the boston chruch chimed and my non- religious mind felt very light and elevated. For a moment I thought ... is this Vitamin -G?
God Knows!? :):)

Be Happy with Vitamin-G with every dose of it..   
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