How I Learnt That There Is No Gain Without Pain. Author : Hemakshi Agarwal

 How I Learnt That There Is No Gain Without Pain.

Author : Hemakshi Agarwal

You may be familiar with the proverbest "No gain without pain." So in this blog I am going to tell you how I learnt this through an incident.

Once I had my test just the next day when my few friends came to my house to study for the test. After eating some snacks we all sat to study. All my sat to study I literally went near the temple and stacted praying to godd that in the tommorow's exam I should score good and be the topper of the class. When my friends adked me to study i told them that I need not to study, god will surely make me score good. When all my friends embarrassed from my this act unwillingly went back to their home. I was puzzeled. How ever this made me feelse ashamed and I sadly went and slept. The next day I got ready and went to examination hall. I wrote my test and happily came back home. The next day when I got my result I was fully downcasted. I went to my mom ashamed and narrated the whole incident in front of my mother, after listening to me patiently she gently swayed her hand on my head. She explained me that believing in God in good but of you wish God to give you what you desire without any pain then how could you expect any gain. If you had study obediently for example then god would surely pass you with good marks. Now it is upon you that do you put want to work hard and score good or only believe in God to score good.

So that was the day when I learn that there is no gain without pain. So this was my today's blog. Hopen you liked it.
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