Patch of Wounds !

After meeting Principal Dr. Savita Gire-Patil, I left Vaduj. Savita's two daughters Sejal and Ishita were urging me to stay for one day. I had an urgent job in Pune, so I had to go to Pune. So I immediately left for Pune. I was going to reach Satara in no time. I was wondering if my backbone was being broken by the dirt road. I asked my driver Ganesh Davkhare to pull car over side. As we drove aside, we were chatting and walking down the street.

At a short distance, we noticed that someone was singing. As the steps progressed, the sound was falling sweeter on my ears. In a field, both grandparents were singing in a nice voice. He noticed that we were both listening to his song. I told grandparents, "Your voice is very good. Your field is very good. Fenugreek is also good." Grinding fenugreek leaves, grandfather said, "Where is our farm, we have come here to fetch some vegetables." I said, "Which village are you from?" Grandpa said, "We belong to Sangli." "Are you here for a visit?" Grandma said, "I live in an old age home here." I have a stomach ache. Grandma put the vegetable on one side of her clothes. They both walked towards the old age home.

We went with them. A large sign was put up in front of "Matoshri Vriddhashram" near Koregaon Road. Four or five old women were chatting at the door of the old age home, we followed them and stopped. One of the women was saying to the other, "The photo in the paper is like my grandson's. That's how my grandson looks."

The woman said, "It's been three years, but your grandson never came to see you."

The talking woman remained silent.

That grandfather took me to the manager's cabin. My grandfather introduced me to the manager Suryakant Sagare (9271774960). We chatted. Sharad Patil of Sangli has started this old age home and has worked to support the old people in the area who have no guardian. Patil had a lot of work to do. I was chatting with those grandparents. Seeing that I had arrived, some older congregations began to gather around me, questioning me. Someone was a retired engineer, an administrative officer. I started talking to everyone.

The only problem most of the old people had was that daughter-in-law refused to take care of them, daughters-in-law started to feel that burden, daughters-in-law started to feel like we were a waste, there was an argument over that. There were many who said that the boy was found in the scissors on both sides. The question came to my mind, is daughter-in-law going to get old sometime? If that happened then what would happen? Everyone in that old age home had a story. How many times have we cried when we heard that? The thought that we should do something for children for the rest of our lives, never took two minutes for ourselves. He built a house, gave a good education to his children, made a fortune for them, and married them in style. They made things available to them, and when they started flying, they kicked us out of our house ... Everyone had the same story. The grandparents I came with pulled out two biscuits from my box. He put one in Ganesha's hand and the other in my hand and said, "Yesterday was a gentleman's birthday, he gave it. Don't say no, why not eat two biscuits, I'll be fine."

Saying this, the grandmother turned her hand away from my back. I said to my grandmother, "How many brothers and sisters do you have?" Grandma said, "One brother and three sisters." "And the child?" I said again. Grandmother said, "No child. Sister died. I adopted one of my deer's children. He got married. He had children. We did everything in his name. We came out of the house and came to the ashram. " I said to my grandmother, "Your brother?" As soon as I mentioned my brother's name, my grandmother's eyes filled with tears. Grandma was wiping her eyes with her torn cloth. As I was about to say something to my grandmother, my grandfather said, "My wife has a brother. He drives a tea cart to support his family. The patchwork quilt was given by the brother to a brother-in-law four years ago. The brother never came after him. " I said, "Why didn't you come?" "Brother's wife has warned him, 'If you look at that woman's face, you will see my dead face.'" Brother Bichara never came back after that. Grandpa was expressing his love for her and her brother. Grandma said,

"My brother is very fine; but what will he do? The world is behind the poor man." Grandma was emotional. All four women sitting next to me were telling me. "We, some miss the granddaughter, some miss the boy, some miss the girl; but she misses her brother, and she cries a lot, remembering her brother."

Grandmother said, "Since childhood, my brother has treated me like a sore on the palm of my hand, when I have no parents. Grandma was telling me one by one about many events in her life and I was listening. In between, grandfather was also confirming all these incidents. What a life it was and what happened today. In the end, the old age home, how will he get the head of the house? The people there will be satisfied even with such food and drink needs; But the closeness of affection and home is not to be found in the old age home building. Recently, the number of old age homes is increasing and the humanity of human is declining.

Grandpa said, "She has a lot of clothes, but she wears patched clothes in her brother's memory. I told her many times, these clothes are worn out, now throw them away. Then she says, my brother's hand is on my back. It feels like a touch. " When Grandma was listening to Grandma speak, Grandma could not stop crying. Many women on the side were also wiping their wet eyes. Many here, wearing patchwork, spent their days preserving the memories of their lives; But what about the patches of sore wounds that were caused by our own people? Covering Maya from those wounds, I said goodbye to them all and left.

I was shocked by the thought of the head. I was worried about the children and relatives of those in the old age home, because sooner or later this time would come for them too. This is where the corner of nature comes in. There are many examples of this. This happened to those who are in the old age home and those old people who spend their days at home holding their lives in their hands, living at home like an old age home, also have a problem!

The number of old age homes should be reduced through loving treatment. The love for the elderly in everyone's home should grow. You and I can definitely do something about it. Let's start now, right?

?? Sandip Kale

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