It’s about them

There were about 2 minutes of walking time left for the ATM while I went there yesterday, I saw an old man and a woman carrying two huge bags sitting under the large peepal tree. The signs of coughing her lungs out ensured me of her unwell health. Laying her head on one bag, she was lying on the floor and her torn charcoal-coloured shawl was giving a look of well-worn. Assumingly the two were husband and wife which brought to a confirmation later on. And then their weeping sound caught my ears, I could sense something wrong happened to them, so I turned towards them and then as soon as I gazed into them, their red eyes with tears rolling down narrated a story to believe. I don’t know why, but I was unable to take my eyes off the woman, maybe it was some kind of empathy that was developing inside me. Anyways, I took my steps forward to them, gathered the courage to ask “What happened, why are you crying and what has happened to her?” The old man said, “ Beta, we couldn’t gather any morsel to put inside our stomach for 2 long days, and also my wife is unwell”. His answer made me even more curious so, I asked again “Why don’t you go home?” He replied with numb voice with his eyes looking downward “We don’t have a home and no one to call our own”, and started weeping a little louder and then said again “Actually, we have a son who is really a bright student, he is our pride and a scholar, residing in America for 8 long years. Since the time he left, didn’t even come back once to see or even made a call to ask how we are, I was a golgappa vendor and somehow could manage our livelihood but now due to the Coronavirus pandemic and lockdown, I am not able to sell golgappa and so couldn’t even afford to pay my rent which made us be thrown out of our house, now we are searching someplace to start over our life. I really don’t know whom to blame for all of these, either myself or my child that we don’t have his back during our old age. My wife is diagnosed with lung cancer for 2 years, and now due to my nil wallet, I can’t even afford to buy her medicines”. I turned towards his wife again, wearing a saree which was really dirty and coughing frequently with tears in her eyes. I couldn’t hold my tears looking into her, and my empathy towards them made me think of helping them as much as I could, so I ran out from there towards the ATM, took out some money, and although forcibly but first got them some food to eat along with some money which might help him to get the medicines for his wife, was the only thing I could do or think of doing at that point of time. He got even emotional and blessed me with words like “Thank you beta, I wish God gifts every parent a kid like you”. What more I could do for them, I didn’t know but I really wanted to do? I was numb, could not hold my tears rolling down my eyes continuously, and made my words up to them as “You can go to my house and can stay there until you get any job and a place to live” but the old man said, “ No beta, you have done more than enough for us which hardly any stranger does for other and also I don’t want to bother to anyone in our old-age”. My emotions had to hold my words back so I didn’t utter any word to him lately and then moved my steps out towards my home. But each and every word of the old man were still haunting me from inside, wondering “How can any child does such a thing”. Well, if someone asks me about my greatest fear, I wouldn’t even take a fraction of seconds to say “Living in a home without seeing my parents around”. Although, the fear is always associated with their age. And however, aging is a natural biological process that no one can take control of which brings its associated problems but the least we can do is taking care of them. The connection I feel for my parents is something I used to believe same for every single kin towards their parents until I met the old couple yesterday, which I consider being an eye breaker for me. Not only them but there are several parents who are forced to stay in “Old-age home” rather than their own home. Today in India, 728 old-age homes are there which provides shelter to an old-age person either on rent basis or free of cost, as reported recently by dadadadi and the number is increasing day by day as the number of people to reside in are also increasing which a recent AISCCON survey report confirmed that 60% of elderly people face harassment and abuse who are living with their families and out of which includes 66% of people as very poor or below the poverty line and 39% of them have been either abandoned or lived alone and so their associated health issue either mentally or physically considerably tremendous.

Not every kid is the same likewise not every parent are lucky either. And I really don’t know what makes us forget all our responsibilities towards our own parents? I think lucky are those who have their parents along with them, if you are the one who disagrees with my words then I insist you go and ask an orphan child, who has no one to call his own. And he will narrate, how it feels like when you have no one beside you. In your sorrow or happiness, you are all alone. However, I feel to be the luckiest as I have both my parents with me. We do get into conflicts sometimes but I really can’t even imagine my life without them. From my bright days to the darkest ones, I always found them beside me. They always made sure that I have everything which I require even though they don’t have one. These are really small things but make a huge difference for me, makes me feel there is someone who loves me unconditionally. I think any relationship is built combining love, conflicts, support, beliefs, and a lot more, the same which I experience in the relationship with my parents and I believe the same for other kids as well. But I don’t really know, why? Just for the sake of our selfishness or maybe any uncertain reason, we forget everything about them and which is at that point of time when they needed us the most, in their old age. If our childhood and sometimes adulthood need dependency on them then their old age also deserves dependency on us. If they can hold us inside the womb, why not provide them just a shelter in our home? The lavish life which we can think of without them is itself gifted by them, they created us, brought us to the lights of this World. Right from our birth till their last breath, they devour every possible way to provide us happiness, bring a smile on our face then being their kid, why not we do the same for them?

Our life is not always just about us, it’s also about them as they are the architect of our lives which we are living.

So, let’s not bring them tears because of us. Let’s just make them believe that a home remains just a house without them. Let’s just get them home which they are the architect of.

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Author, Writer/ Poet who is always in search for creative plotline. For writing services: iamektabera@gmail.com

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Ekta Bera

Author, Writer/ Poet who is always in search for creative plotline. For writing services: iamektabera@gmail.com