The Untold

Oh!  New job, new city.  Excited and anxious too. I have to leave my city, my family, friends and over all my comfort zone. From those Rosogullas and sweet flavours of Kolkatta, I had to move to the rough and bustling capital of our country – Delhi. Moving to a new place, with new people, where I did not know anyone - Deep down I was scared. Many a thousand thoughts crossed my mind. Uncertainty, fear was engulfing. I kept saying to myself that I have to overcome this. And then the day arrived -, in Delhi.  I felt so insecure and unsafe. As soon my train reached the platform, the coolies rushed towards me, then suddenly one of them took my luggage and started walking even before I could ask them for their charges. Then he dropped me near the car stand. One man who hails himself as union person tells me in very arrogant tone that I had to pay fifteen hundred rupees for the trip to reach my destination. I was really confused what was happening. My brain stopped working an...

I was very late for home. I was in hurry to cross the road. Suddenly a car came and passed over me. I had a narrow escape. I got up and realised that I was dreaming. I was perspiring profusely. It was a shock of my life. I realised that this is what I have been doing my life long.  I have always been in a hurry and have been running, running and running after goals which the society has thrusted upon me. First I wanted to get out of school and go to college to have freedom. Then I wanted a job that will give me financial freedom. But what I was doing was nothing more than a 9 to 5 job and be a robot. My dreams, aspirations and love of life has submerged somewhere deep sown. That day I decided, I will live my life <I will not lead my life but live it>. So did that mean that I needed to leave my job and go into the wilds? No, it meant to get those little special moments back in life that make me happy and satisfied and would even help me enjoy my work life better. There sh...

I was back from office, I saw my brother crying beside the bed; my mother was lying on the bed and she was not in her sense. I immediately called the ambulance and informed my father and sister. She was admitted to ICU. My relatives arrived, I was relieved. Next day we came to know that a second delay would cause her to go into coma. She had Diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA) which is a life-threatening condition due to lack of enough insulin. My father was very nervous and tensed. I told myself that I need to be strong and have to bring her back home. I consoled my father and said him not to worry. Slowly my mother recovered and she was shifted to the general bed. I still remember those evenings when I use to rush from office, get down to the bus stop and run through the gullies. It was just 6:55 pm and only 5 minutes left for the visit hour. At last I was there to see a glance of my mother, hold her hand for few seconds and say “I will take you back home very soon. Don’t worry.” Final...