We were
doing well in our work. Satisfaction was on top. For the Sunday we had decided
to explore the city. It was the Sixth day of our trip; we were busy in our
workshop. At the end of time, I had noticed an elderly old couple of mid 50’s
were silently watching us wrapping the event. I took a moment from my
friends and stepped towards them with curiosity if they had
needed anything or a piece of information from us. He had introduced his wife
and himself as Mr. & Mrs. Arora, a retired army officer. With a
very gentle voice, he appreciated our team initiative and contribution for the
difference we were trying to make in one’s life. By then, he was well aware of
our formal introduction and background. In a very short notice, he had invited
us for dinner at his place. With such program and schedule many a times we had
faced such offer but often we had to decline it all purpose. This was somehow
different; I put Puja forward to take the decision. Mr. Arora insisted for a
little long and with a pause Puja had accepted the offer. She was not sure for
her take and it was visible on her face but now we had made commitment to the
elderly couple.
7 PM, we
rang the bell. Mr. and Mrs. Arora, they both welcomed us like we were known to
them since long. We were still surprised and nervous about the evening and so
as the silence was shown on my face. Might be I was over thinking but I had the
feeling that something is hidden. No doubt Mr. & Mrs. Arora were a
gentle, polite and humble person however my mind was searching for an accepted
answer for this royal treatment. The couple made us very comfortable. Mr. Arora
took us to his garden, though it was night but for his willingness and energy,
we went along with him and appreciated his good work. He had planted all kinds
of flowers and beautifully decorated. It was truly awesome. He had made arrangements for soothing
music also for the evening. After an hour I relaxed my mind a bit and was
overwhelmed by this beautiful elderly couple. They were very loving and I guess
that’s the reason they were showing so much of love and care for us. I and Puja
then went with Mrs. Arora in her kitchen to help her. I was surprised with her
spirit and love for five unknown children for them. She had tried her hands to
impress each one of us and yes she was the winner. I must say we had the most
delicious food in all those days in Jalandhar. It was a time to leave. I asked
permission from Mr. Arora and thanked him for all his effort and making our
evening memorable. Mr. Arora looked sad for a while and then he requested us to
stay for five more minutes. His please had pain and again we didn’t refuse his
request. He then took us to the first floor of his house. The room was neat and
clean. Everything was strategically at place. He then pointed out to one photo
hanging at wall. The photo was of a young boy in early 20’s. He claimed him as
his only son. He told us that his son studies in DCE and lives in South Delhi.
He then showed us all the trophies and medals of his son that he had
earned since school time. He talked about his nature and good behavior. Mr.
Arora was carried away with his memories and so as we. Mrs. Arora then
intervenes and asked Mr. Arora to allow us to leave. Mr. Arora asked my number
and permission if he could call me if needed. I smiled and shared my number and
then we left.
The next
day was Sunday and as planned we explored the city. We went to famous places in
Jalandhar name as Debi Talab Mandir (A must visit place), Niko park, (enjoyed
the rides) Focal Point (a famous Industrial area), Dilkhusa Market (Largest
Medicine market) and many more. The journey had come to an end with lots of
memories. In evening we had boarded our train to Delhi. We were tired and out
of strength. We smiled at each other and trying to get some sleep. Somewhere my
mind was still there with Mr. & Mrs. Arora. Their unconditional love
was extra ordinary. I was then into my thoughts when my mobile rang. It was Mr.
Arora. He had just called me to wish happy journey and disconnected it. I was
happy and prayed to god for all his long life and happiness. Later a week, I
had received another call from Mr. Arora, he was very normal and calm while
talking. I continued the call and now he was talking about his son’s address in
south Delhi. He had made a request that if I and my team mates could manage to
visit his son’s place. I genuinely replied to him that our next trip has
planned for Jaipur now however we would meet him once we returned. He was okay
with it and very humbly our call had ended. The very next day I had received a
call from an unknown number. I answered the call.
Female
Voice: I heard Mr. Arora talking to you yesterday afternoon. Beta, don’t take
me wrong but if possible please avoid his calls. I am sorry on his behalf;
please forgive him for his indistinct behavior.
I: Mrs
Arora, Greetings! It was alright, he was not disturbing me even I am sorry as
he was requesting us to visit your son’s place but we are running
extremely short of time and it won’t be possible……
Mrs.
Arora: Beta, you guys are very good and very helpful.
I: Mrs.
Arora, I am sorry to ask you but what happened, you are running out of your
breath. Is everything alright? Is there any way I can help you? If you want we
will try our best to visit your son before the trip.
Mrs. Arora:
Beta, we had lost our son 2 years back. There is no way for him to come back. I
heard him talking to you regarding our son and that’s the reason I am calling
you and wanted you to know the truth. Mr. Arora is living in a hope and this
hope will strengthen if he would continue his talks with you. This is nothing
particularly with you, he see our son in every person like you.
I: Mrs.
Arora, what….What happened to you son?
Mrs.
Arora: He was a first year student when he took his life against ragging.
I: I am
sorry Mrs. Arora.
Mrs.
Arora: Don’t be sorry beta. My son was very good in studies and very behavior
just like his father. I just wished if he had talked to me once before that
night. Beta, I want to save my husband. This hope will kill him.
I: Mrs. Arora,
I … I don’t know what to say.
Mrs.
Arora: God bless you my child.
The call
was disconnected. My eyes were filled with tears. My heart was just stopped for
a while. The whole evening that we had spent with this beautiful elderly couple
was flashing in front me. I was in state of shock figuring out Which one was
real? Unfortunately both were real. This was a very new feeling in me of
insecurity of losing my loved ones. The entire day I was out of me, I was lost,
I was trying to understand the pain of Mr. & Mrs. Arora but I guess I
was too young to deal with it. That night I called my mom and I was talking
indifferently. I told her that I am a stronger person now and I promise that I
will not leave them. She replied – Okay and I promised.
How many
times do we really show our love and concern to our parents? The parents who never
forget to love you irrespective of our indistinct behavior. When I
was a kid, I often had fight with my mother and on realization I used to go to
her and show my sorry in different actions. She never complained to me. I
asked her once, why she has no anger for me when I am indifferent for her? She
replied very gently, when you become mother then you will understand. I know I have to go far way to understand her meaning but this
incident reminded me the unconditional love of parents towards their children.
That is incredible. I have made a promise, have you???
Priyashi
Very nice story, well written, the parts had drama, humor and thrill. Nice work Priyashi.
ReplyDeleteHey thank you Shweta, I was just trying to recall the incident...:)
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DeleteThis brought tears to my eyes...
ReplyDeleteSo well-written.
Sometimes you became a part of the incident that left a great impact on you. It was one of them....Thank you Anita for reading....:)
DeleteOh..it's really a nice work Pryashi...:-) enjoyed reading it ...
ReplyDeleteThank you Maniparna.... I am glad you liked it...:)
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