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“Only few words that can express my heart, young  lanky student cried, but in all the languages there is not such words”From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.No such words in the dictionary!’ he cried, and his wide eyes filled with tears. ‘Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy of all the languages, yet for want of a few words is my life made insane.’Here at last is the passion,’ said the Nightingale. ‘Night after night have I saw him digging books, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the world by songs, and now I see him. His hair is like the sea at night. He has bloodless lips with bloodshot pallid eyes.Sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.If i find the words,’ murmured the young lanky Studen, i can express my emotions. If i find the words; i can show the ocean of love. But i am unable to find such words.’ He flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept. ‘So shall i sit lonely and see my heart and emotions being shatter?’  ‘Why is he weeping?’ asked a little blue clolour eyes Cat, as she ran past him with his tail in the air.     ‘Why, indeed?’ said a Ulysses Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam.     ‘Why, indeed?’ whispered a Tulip to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.’He is weeping for a some kind of WORDS,’ said the Nightingale.     ‘Only for few words!’ they cried; ‘how very ridiculous!’ and the little Cat, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.     But the Nightingale tried to understand the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery.Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed Beside the window of the room of the student was standing a beautiful Rose-tree. She flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.For which words the boy is crying’ she asked,     But the Tree shook its head.She spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.     The young Student was still weeping where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his hypnotizing eyes. ‘What is your problem, For what kind of words you are weeping? Cried the Nightingale.The Student looked up from the grass, and listened. He started murmuring as he understood what the Nightingale was asking.’I have to write few words in gratitude (thanks) of my parents and siblings’ He murmured . As these words uttered from his tongue, Air stopped and then started moving fast seemed that she can’t bear the Wight of those words. She told everyone about his silly thought. The white colour of clouds turned black. Sun hid himself behind the cliffs, birds stoped chipping, sea waves forgot to rise, the light on the lighthouse denied to move , the fire in the stove turned red, the newly born baby suddenly opened his eyes, Flowers refused to bloom, fruits denied to ripe, cool dew drops became hot, beautiful blue eyes of cat suddenly closed. Everything in the world started gazing him. “How you dare to do such thing? Said nightingale.Tulip said ‘No one ever born in this world who think to do such stupid thing’Young Student wondered of hearing them, but  he was stubborn and wanted to put put his Herat in the words. His mind refused to help him by saying that no word can express the glory of your parents and siblings.”They hear your pain when everyone else ignores it.They always make you smile when you think you can’t.They listen to your secrets and buried them.They give you a hug when you can’t find satisfaction.They become your voice when you are voiceless.They wipe away the tears that the world makes you weep.Their love is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it. Neither it can be weighed out in the balance for gold nor any rich language can express it. They don’t need any kind of gratitude. They were with you, are with you and will be with you every day ,every time,everywhere, every second.” Said Nightingale.

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