Purvi was only seven years old when she heard mummy and daddy talking about her little brother, Biki. And he was very sick and her parents had done everything they could afford to save his life. But Only a very expensive surgery could help him now and that was out of the financial question. So she was also sad. And she heard her daddy whispering in desperation “ONLY A MIRACLE SAVE BIKI NOW


     Purvi went to his bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She shook all the changes out on the floor and counted it carefully for three items. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes taking the coins up in a cold-weather kerchief. She slipped out of the parent and made her way to the corner drug store. She waited patiently for the Pharmacist to give her attention but he was too busy talking to another man top the bothered by seven years old and Purvi’s height was also smaller than the front table so Purvi…………. She feels to make a scuffing noise. She cleared her throat but it results from nothing finally she a quarter of a coin from its hiding place and…………. It on the glass counter.

     “What do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed voice. “I am talking to my brother.” Well, I also want……………….brother”. Purvi answered back in the same annoying voice. “He is sick and I want to buy a MIRACLE”.
      I bed your parole”. Said the pharmacist. “my daddy says only a miracle can save him now…. So HOW MUCH DOES A MIRACLE COST?”.

    Purvi replied to the pharmacies’ statement.

    We don’t sell miracle here, little girl. I can’t help you.

    “Listen, I have the money to pay for it just tell me how much it cases”.

     The well-dressed man who was present in the drug store talking to the pharmacist stopped down and asked. “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”

    “I don’t know: Purvi answered. A tear started down her cheek. “I just know he is really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my parents can’t pay for it. So I have my money.

     “How much do you have??” asked the well-dressed man. “Sixty rupees and 50 paise” Purvi answer proudly “And it’s all the money I have in the world”. Well!! The exact price of a miracle to save a little brother “He took her money in one hand and with other grasped her other hand and said, “Take me to where you live I want to see your brother and meet your parents”.


       That well-dressed man was Dr. Ayush Mishra renowned surgeon… Specialized in solving Biki’s malady. The operation was completed without any charge and it was not long until Biki was at the home again and doing well.

     Mummy and daddy were happily talking about the chain of events that led them to this place.

     “That surgery”, mummy whispered. It’s like a MIRACLE I wonder how much it would have cost”.

     Purvi smiled to herself. She knows exactly HOW MUCH A MIRACLE COST. Sixty rupees and 50 paise plus the faith of a little sister.

                                     Written by    Aishwarya Laxmi Behera

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