My new grandma!

Just yesterday one of my friends called my friend up and asked us to come urgently to a secluded place. He said it was important, very important, and just for two minutes. We decided to go and see what was up with him, it was around 6-45pm. When we met there he was crying, rubbing his eyes red with fresh tears fighting to keep away. We asked him what’s the matter, but he led us to a place to his see grandma (he calls an old woman his grandma) who was very ill. 

We entered an old age home, and he quietly sat beside an old woman in the old age care centre, calling her grandma. He introduced her to us, she was so happy to see us. Her eyes were filled with tears of happiness, seeing us she was thrilled, she took our hands in hers and held them to her eyes, she kissed our hands and held them as she told us her story.

It was very touching. She had two sons but both of them abandoned her. She had Falciparum malaria, and now her condition was very worse, she was wearing a torn gown and was waif thin. She wanted to go to Haridwar but she can’t, her health is not good. I felt very bad when she cried on her life. Life is very cruel L

Why are those parents who bring us up left abandoned? Why are we so selfish and why is this world so insensitive? And if there are financial constraints then it’s a different story, but when we earn so much, and when we still can’t care for those ripe souls we should feel ashamed. I get very disturbed; maybe one day I will see some loved ones of mine in similar situation. No I can’t even think of it, oh god please never do that with anyone. The people their live in bad conditions, poor hygiene, and poor food. The place is dingy and the surroundings make one feel nervous. I am going to do what I can for them.

But still that question goes on in my mind....... why? Why can’t we provide a shelter, meals, and good care for those, who struggle to bring us up, educate us teach us and instill such values which we upon growing so easily forget about???????? Why can’t we love them? It’s such a small thing in return to their unending love and attention.... but we still fail to give it to them. We are becoming more and more nuclear, which is harmful for our existence. 

Those eyes look at me,

Pleading for sympathy,

And kiss my hands lovingly,

The struggle for survival,

At this ripe age,

With the shaking hands,

They still fight,

With the world so cruel,

To achieve their goodwill........

It’s such a small price for the love and care that they shower upon us. Visiting this place fills me with tears, I fight them back, but I can’t hold onto myself. Just a small hug makes their day. They long to hear a word which make them feel cared for and loved. They want your love, and not money. They want to hear you talk, rather than shout. Our world is turning into a nightmare, which doesn’t fade away with the long dark night. It comes back again and again, for it is the bitter truth. Just if I could reach out to those suffering souls, I would be blessed.

I request my readers to please understand their plight and help them in any way you can.

Note: I am grateful to Adi who called me to meet his grandma who is now mine too... she is very ill, and I pray for her well being. Thanks Adi....