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                      As my black Nokia shivered at it's place on receiving her message, my eyes went straight to that old dusty clock just to realize the longer arm had travelled yet another semicircle. With that realization I closed the browser and I closed that book giving upon my search as I realized over all realizations,I have an entrance to get through.What I was searching for was a book,a scripture or any such thing that described a "Superhero".
The moment the word "Superhero" reaches our ears, funny dresses with capes as long as that of Cinderella's gown, and underwears of bright colors worn over tight pants come to our minds with super speed,super strength,sticky webs. But what really defines a superhero, that is the question of this blogpost. Behind that funny cape and behind that tight uncomfortable costume, lies the real definition. According to that if you ever wanted to be a superhero and always wanted to meet one, just turn around in the house, maybe you'll find one in ordinary shirt and pajamas, or a salwar suit.
In every house , there is a story of a superman who brought all passengers safe from the airplane crash. You just need to recognize him. It could be that father who sacrificed a lot and provided for the luxuries of his children and wife. Or it could be a bade papa who his entire life worked day and night on a petty business, and put his heart and soul in making it a huge success, so that kids of his big joint family could go to the best school. Or it could be that mother who after her husband's demise went against all odds to work and provided boldly for her three children and settled them quiet successfully.Or it could be that Dad who shifted to a big city with his wife and kids against his family's and society's will, so that his kids did not have to compromise on their education. Or it could be that son who had to join a petty job when his father passed away, to provide for his mother and siblings, and later on for his wife and children.
Our world is full of superheroes like these who without any capes or even without fortune of riches have done deeds that no Stan Lee character could ever have done. But the sad part is even though their deeds are in incomparable, the recognition they get is of a handful of family member, and sometimes not even that.

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