'An C thousand phone?' 'Dad, everyone in school uses this phone.' Vikram was frustrated by the stubbornness of his fourteen-year-old son Rathin. Rathin used to be instantly disgusted by seeing such items of his friends, cousins etc. and insisted on getting them to his father. Vikram would even give him something if he needed it. But this time the son's stubbornness was very strong. He had to impersonate his friends and buy such an expensive phone that his father could not even buy for himself. Rathin's behavior was getting worse. He fiddled with food, giving answers in a rude manner. Vikram did not think such a demand of his son was right. He found a way to make his teenage son understand his language. 'Son, we will go to get your phone this evening. I have bought nice new clothes for you, wear them.' Hearing this from Vikram, his son jumped up and down. Vikram's only small demand was that while going to pick up the phone, the charioteer should wear the same clothes that Vikram had brought. In the excitement of going to pick up the phone in the evening, Rathin went to get ready. Dad saw the clothes placed on the bed and cried, 'Dad, what kind of clothes are these?' Vikram wore a pink top and a pitch colored palazzo for her. Rathin says 'Dad, do you see a girl?' Vikram's answer was simple 'No. Not at all. But that's what the hero you follow wears these days. Once worn, look in the mirror.' Rathin advises his father not to do everything that people do. I am not their mirror.' Vikram placed his hand on his son's head and said 'I am also saying the same. Doing as others do is the virtue of a mirror. So what is your own identity?' Rathin was looking at himself in the mirror. A new Rathin was appearing there, which had apparently been forgotten.
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