On an evening I was walking through my street, I saw a man sitting alone and was very sad. I went to him and asked the well being of him. In reply, he murmured, I don’t want to live any more; but even couldn’t die also. How much games I had to play in this small innings of my life. The sunset of my life is near, not because of I am sickness or I am mentally ill; but because of my family.
I was living happily with my wife and three children. I never thought of this even in my dreams. The family, who showed me a lot of affection during the tenure of my job, will change completely after my retirement. All three of my children are still graduates. While maintaining this standard of education, they behave like wild animals. Their condition has become so high that my position is not more than a dishwasher.
My wife is illiterate, then she has the right to praise me. She never missed any opportunity to say abusive words to me. My voice, which sounded like a cuckoo to her, today sounds like a torn bamboo. Had to take my name once, with great admiration, but today it has been replaced by dirty abuses. No one has time nor words for me. Even today, it is the same relationship, whenever there is a need for money, it is said that I did not repay on borrowed time.
This is not the first deception in my life, even before my family looted me. Is it all in my luck, at that time only money was looted, which was earned again, I had time and courage for it too? But now self-esteem has been auctioned and this too at the hands of those whom I cannot imagine, but see the irony of time and my luck, what can I do other than endure all this. Now till the last breath, I shall have to live chokingly and suffer all the pain of life.
These are the same family members who used to remind me many times a day that they are waiting for me, the reason behind this is that if they show their color at that time their brilliant life would be affected. Despite doing so much, I am reminded that I have done nothing.
After hearing all this, I could not utter a single word. I just put my hand on his shoulder and moved forward wondering why we are all so selfish. Why do we forget that the man we neglect is also part of the family, whether he did anything or not? Read More…