Tomorrow It Will Be You

The story woven around My FRIEND...MY LIFE..MY PHONE

Its a story started with a phone call on my mobile phone which I recieved from my best friend .When I attended her call ,She sounded sad and I could hear pain in her voice.She told me that her grandmother had been sent to old age home in her absence and she was told that her grandmother went to hers sister's home.But she overheard her parent's conversation about how tactfully they sent her grandmother out of their home.She told me how ashamed she feel of her parents and I am the one whom she can trust and discuss .Then she asked me to  come along with her to oldage home and she told me to grab food for her.Next morning we went to that miserable place.When she was searching for her grandmother I was wondering how could  a son do like this to her mother.




Then an old lady caught my attention who was  sitting quietly in the corner ,very different from others ,with series of sad stories in her wrinkled sad eyes. When, I tried to approach her, she shrieked further ,folded her limbs to show her fears through her body language. Her gestures surprised me if she has been rotted mercilessly in the hands of life. I am not a quitter so could not stopped by her unwelcoming gestures .Perhaps she was begging for privacy but I could not help her pushing towards her in the deep valley of depression. 

I  took deep breath to destress myself first and quickly reached where she was shrinking further. I sat with  my hand over her shoulder to make her little comfortable ;at that time I was missing my daadi .I could not help myself and instead of consoling her which was my ulterior motive, I cried ,she kept her hand on my shoulder and said ''beta kya hua kyu ro rahi hon,mujhe batao''.I told your presence reminded me how deeply I loved my daadi who raised me ,played with me ,nurtured me when I was small and never gave me opportunity to be looked after and died ,so I am sitting here to satisfy my conscious for not doing anything for my dadi

That kind old lady smiled and tears were flooding through her shrinked, crumpled eyes and she said you are not aware of what have you given to your dadi and that’s what we old people want , to be loved like this.Look at me I was thrown thanklessly in oldage home by my own blood .I nurtured them through milk,sweat,tears,hard work,blood…..exploited emotionally throughout my life.They leached the last drop of my blood and when I need help them they throwed like an old newspaper .Your daadi was lucky that she was in a family where her granddaughter is crying in my pain .Then she said beta this is kaliyug ,value yourself ,in whichever role you are/will be, don’t forget that you worth life to live happily. Don’t provide your blood to be sucked by leaches and be strong emotionally and crying like this may push you where I am sitting today.

I shared my life and its lessons with you, now I think I can die peacefully ……she took her last breath and fell into my lap.I couldn't move her but watching her expressionless face,unresponsive body then my friend came and looked at that old woman's body and started crying bitterly.I could not correlate her emotions but after few minutes realized that search of my friend ended here and 
I tried to console her with my body language as I couldn't speak a word to console her.


Sometimes we are helpless in this sinful world but a little step can take you ahead and help you in becoming better human being.With this thought me and my friend thought to send a quote to those mobile holder whom we knew that they are not good to their parents and the first SMS we send to my best friend 's parent and the quote was :


''Today,if your parents are suffering because of you;
    then, tomorrow it will be you''.                                          


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