Parag realised that he is not the only one who has suffered . He felt bad that he cursed his luck and complained to God so many times for all the wrong done to him . He was moved to see how the old lady had no complaints against anyone . That she had gone unstable made no difference to her thankfulness towards life .
Helping her out with the remaining chores , he gave her medicines and switched off the light with a very assuring good night . ” Life can be really nasty .” , he flustered .
That night he slept a peaceful sleep . Much relaxed , composed and free of all baggage . He had reached that stage where sorrow was no different than amity , where death was no different than life . A state of solitude that believes that all our friends and foes live with us , they live in us . The attributes that help us serve God and his men , in any way are our friends , and that which takes us away from them are our foes . Our self esteem , kindness, generosity and selflessness walk hand in hand with greed , jealousy and hatred . The positive qualities are so strong that they manage to outshine the negative qualities . And probably that is how it should be .
Next morning was a new sun, a brighter day and a more delighted family , with all three members caring for each other .
Maya was dropped to school and grandma was given her medicine They sat together over a cup of tea .
” Mr. Rastogi did not like tea at all . ” she said .
Parag realised how Mr. rastogi was an integral part the lady’s life . She never forgot to mention him lavishly .
” So what did he like in the morning ? ” Parag continued in the same flow , so that the old lady should not feel awkward .
” Oh he was an educated man , he drank coffee . He was very English . He never wore his suit without a tie . And you know the best thing about him was he was real . He never pretended to be some one else . “, she said
” Parag looked into her lost eyes , ” What do you mean ? ”
” Like he never lied , you know . He did not like me and he said that to me very clearly . He said that as a woman I was just a heap of flesh . He believed in God and that is the reason he never threw me out of his house . I did not go to my father’s house for 15 whole years . I was scared that he would never bring me back from there . I knew my parents will not be happy if this marriage did not work , so I begged him to let me stay with him under any condition . He agreed . He was kind . ” she kept praising him for a long time .
Parag was short of feelings now . He was absolutely blank and clueless , that the old lady might have suffered so much in her life . It is when we open eyes to the pain of world that we realise the enormity of the feeling . Our own feelings become so minimal and nominal that or heart requests us to get up and help others .