Trust

A little girl and her father were crossing a flimsy bridge. The father was
kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my
hand so that you don't fall into the river."

The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand."

"What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father.

"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand
and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if
you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will
never let my hand go."

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind , age, caste or
creed but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather
than expecting them to hold urs...