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There was a time when parents spoke and we as children listened patiently. Those were yesteryears children. Today the scenario has changed. Children speak and we are forced to listen. When things don't go the way as told by us, then this is when I feel sad.
The whole day is disturbed and lost when I am sad. Simultaneously making me angry for no reason. Probably, many of us (of my age) should be going through this issue.
Perhaps, I feel their is no reason to make us sad. When my mind is idle, memories make me sad.. Or when I see an Album, that too, makes me sad. The reason being sone peoples or some well wishers, who were close to us are no more with us. Memories are really sad and painful. Sometimes I try hard, to let them go, but then it turns out only for a short period of time.
One incident that drifted me apart was the death of my neighbour's son. As my father was placed in defense in another state, me and my family, stayed faraway from my relatives. Our friends and relatives were our next door neighbours. A friend in need is a friend in deed was purely being followed here.
We had peoples from north, south, east and west and we were like a family. I was an eighth standard student when my next door neighbour's son experienced a small health issue. During those days, the medical field was not much advanced.
It started with a fix. He was immediately taken to the hospital and was diagnosed as kidney failure. For a better treatment he was referred to one of the best city hospital. After medical examination they said an immediate kidney transplant to be done. His father became the donor. The operation went on well.
That was the first time I saw the co-ordination and unity of our neighbour's helping hand to the boy, by all means. In the hospital, they were there as bystander, for blood donation, for billing, and for other immediate emergency requirement. To be honest that was one of the most difficult times where we could hardly put a smile in our grim face.
When the operation was successful, a moment of joy spread among our neighbours. Finally, the boy regained his health slowly and we had more of fun tine. In late 90's when my marriage got finalized he promised to make an entry, not knowing his health condition was deteriorating. My marriage was conducted in another state. Unfortunately he couldn't attend. After an year, when I gave birth to my daughter, he asked my parents "what was the name of the little one?" He wrote it down in a diary and kept it safely.
When my daughter was 3 months old, I went to their home. But he became dear to Almighty a month ago, which I was aware of. His parents showed me the Diary in which he wrote my daughter's name. I couldn't withstand my grief, because we were too close. It took me days to come over this grief.
Some unexpected realities make us sad, but at the same time they make us strong too. After all, that's the meaning of life.
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