Moral Story :
Sita Devi was 85 years old. She had six children.
Sitting on a bench under the shady tree, she was seeing other women walk
around. Just then she heard someone say please come inside and have your
snacks. She took her walking stick. Went and had soup and some boiled veggies.
She sat in her room and rested. The room was neat with beautiful bed sheet on
her bed. A flower vase near the table. There was so much peace and silence.
Everything looked so perfect.
The laughter of children played loud. She was cooking
meals for so many family members. Serving hot chapattis and making laddoos and
namkeens and keeping them filled in jars. Sending sweets dabbas to her daughter’s
home. There used to be guests visiting. Festivals, religious gathering and life
was good. All this flashed in front of her.
Her daughter came to visit her just then knocking the
door and enquired if she was fine. Sita Devi smiled and said yes I am very
happy. Its so peaceful here. There is no one to shout and say anything to her.
She said, why do you worry, I am happy here. You pl go and stay happily in your
house. And she slept. Her daughter, would have been half way back and she got a
call on her mobile. Sita Devi had breathed her last.
That was a call from “Sita Devi Old Age home” her
husband had built years ago.
Who builds for whom and who earns for whom you never
know.
Life is full of surprises.
Comments
Post a Comment