A truth… A message

Rahul was the only son of his parents and was brought up by them fulfilling his every small need. He completed his graduation 2 years back. It took a lot for Rahul to finally break down and believe that his father had few months left to live though he was only 58 years old. It was a miracle that they were together for nearly 2 years since it was found that his father had Cancer but the condition started worsening since few months, and all the methods tried to cure had not been successful. It was only a year that Rahul had started with his job. He was trying his best to make arrangements for money. He wanted to work to earn more money, but he wanted to be with his father even more. His parents did not have any savings because all their hard earned money was spent on Rahul’s graduation. There was so much more he had liked to accomplish with his father while he was still with him.

Many a times his father was admitted in hospital and he used to turn fine. But this time when his father was taken to the hospital, he had a tinged feeling that it would be his last visit. All the tests, hospital visits, medicines, prescriptions made Rahul tired but all he wanted was to make his father well again. When all wandering led to the same dead end, when all the money spent in medicines and tests left his father just as hollow as ever, he was broken inside. Doctors used to say he’ll be fine as truth telling and medicine just didn’t go together except in dire emergencies. Rahul and his Mom used to talk to his father. His father did not speak but he did hear everything. Tears used to stream down his eyes. Rahul was unable to see his father’s condition.

In his last days, he was shifted to a ventilator. It went sure that it was difficult to save him. Then just a day after, his father took his last breath and left them. His father, who had suffered from Cancer, had prepared Rahul for that day. Rahul protected himself from sadness of his father’s demise so as to support his mother but to his surprise in all those years with his father, she had already prepared herself and did not drop a tear saying that his father might feel bad. Those words gave him strength to fight with that delicate moment. Most of his friends came to help in the cremation ceremony. Rahul was much delighted to see his friends in need. Well it’s true that family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are… the ones who would do anything to see you smile… and who love you no matter what…

However, he regretted one thing that he could not say “Thanks” from the core of his heart to his Best Father for doing infinite things for him, for making him a better human being, for providing him good morals and last but not the least for pouring all his love to his son. The sentiment evoked a range of emotions in Rahul. It made him feel bad. His mother always praises his father and says that he loved Rahul so much. His father loved playing instruments and singing. There was something about his father that Rahul wanted to learn, grow into and hide in where he could turn away from taking into his family responsibilities.

Here, to describe a truth has been my ceaseless effort, as it had appeared to me, and in the exact manner, in which I had arrived at it.

P.S. – I believe that God gives us our experiences so that we can help others who go through similar experiences. God certainly can’t help everyone.


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Anshul Rautela

Hello, Thanks for stopping by my blog. :) I’m a girl who is not-so-simple, believes in moving with the times and don’t believe in living a bland life. Takes life easy and enjoy me-time. Creative by birth, Traveller by mood and IT professional by chance. I like to share my experiences and so I blog. I love laughing, making friends and clicking pictures. Keep Visiting... :) :)

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