There was this mother of age thirty two. She had a son who always like to hear a story before going to sleep at night. The son, no matter how simple or same the story was, always respected her effort. The son grew up listening to stories, which his mother made up impromptu. The mother was very happy that they could spend time together. Many years Soon, the boy turned into a man. Got busy in his life. He hadn't heard a story for 25 years now. Somewhere in his conscience he wanted to, but his own life and work got the most of him. The mother was left alone many years ago. She was quite happy that her son was now a man and was doing good for himself. One night, the mother wasn't feeling well. So she decided to call up her son. Her son had gone through a rough day and was resting. He saw the name on the screen when the phone rang. He was both angry and happy. But, the son wanted to talk. So he picked up the phone. They both talked for a while, and th...