You know you can’t hide anything from people who know you better than you; you feel blessed to have people who are still with you, even after knowing your flaws, your mistakes and then also there for you always.
In life, we do a lot of mistakes but at the end, we look for someone who can help us out or guide us how to come out of this mess, it’s like ‘Any port in a storm’ (Dubate huye ko tinke ka sahara) and in such situation whoever supports us in the worse situation is the one we never forget.
The reason I am sharing this with you is that because many people can relate it to their life experiences because such people exist in everyone’s life.
The Story.
There was an uncle who used to live near our house, we had a good relationship with them as their wife and my mother work together, and he is an electrician by profession, so whenever any problem occurs in our homes electricity and electrical appliances, we used to summon him, and he used to come on one call, the reason I have to use past tense ‘they were’ because they are ‘No more,’ a few days back they passed away, and the pity thing for me I have talked with them the day before they passed away, I still wondering how? How can people get vanished in a blink from the existence, why there is no validity for a living being? At least then we can live accordingly.
Nowadays we kept living in fear. Who knows which will be our last day? But it’s not in our hand so we suggest to people to live every day as it was your last but practically it’s not possible, but I think it’s possible, all we need to understand happiness is something we cannot buy with money when we think it practically, we feel like wasting our day, but wait, why you are thinking like that?
“What we have in our hand we never value, on death bead we wish, what if I had a few more days, I would have lived like I want.”
We see the Basic happiness of people hide in their greed, what other people have they want it too.
But if they think for a second and ask themselves what they want and what makes them happy they would talk about basic things like talking with old friends, making gossip about old times, eating those old dishes which is their mother make, morning/evening walk with a friend, going on the farm and sitting there, looking at all the greenery and feeling it.
Most people would answer ‘hanging out with loved ones,’ then wherever they are in any situation, they feel happy if they are together, this was the basic concept old people used to carry, they were happy with enough, but many rich people would say they need nothing all they need their family to be happy and healthy and for that money is important and they become a money-making machine for their family, who forget to live, who don’t know when was last time they felt like home at home.
Maybe I am going out of topic, so let come to the story which I want to share,
Three years ago when I was in my graduation’s first year, my grandmother passed away and after a few days our old home stat to fall, which was 50 or 60 years old one storey mud house, the backside of the wall was collapsed, so in urgent we needed a contractor who can build it soon, but as we have no experience in building the home, we felt helpless, because we have no contacts with any contractor, and my mother gets tired of asking people to suggest some good contractors but no one comes forward, few come but their rate was too high we can’t afford, other relatives were busy in their lives, so they never visited nor contacted even after knowing our home is about to fall.
The situation it’s too risky to roam around the house because when which wall will fall we can’t guess, so we are managing in two rooms where we four people lived, it was over 20 days passed no one showed their face, and my mother is too touchy, she said ‘-where are those relatives and other people when we are at a time of need’ but then it’s not their fault, they have their life and choice to help someone or not, we don’t own them, so we are trying to find the contractor but there was no luck.
One day by luck, my mother was at this electrician uncles home talking with his wife about their work stuff and then he comes home and my mother asked this electrician uncle, and talked bit sarcastically, “It looks like want your sister to live in the broken house, that’s why you are not helping to find any contractor,” and then he said there is someone he knows who can build the home, so he called him fixed the next day appointment and he was also there while bargaining about their rate, as we never experienced this building thing, he spoke for us and settled the deal.
The thing is what he did was not a big thing for him, but for us, it was a big thing, and unforgettable, and till the time we were living in this home we will always take his name, the saying which my grandfather used to say, “What we achieve and what we do doesn’t get counted, what we do for others selflessly always getting counted.”
I felt bad when I heard he was no more because he is like our family friend, as a family to us, whenever any function used to happen in our home we used to invite him with family and he is like our personal electrician, I was seeing this a lot in this few years; I don’t know how to react when people pass away so suddenly, unexpectedly.
