changeth mankind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
it's a story about a widow's plight when she finds out that his son has grown into a kind of man he never wanted him to be.

Submitted: August 21, 2009

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 Changeth mankind

The sun had started emerging from behind the trees. The rays as usual made their way through the myriad leaves of the same old tree and the same old window to greet & embrace the same old lady who had always woken up with the sun & went to bed when the sun started disappearing behind the trees in the backyard of the house. Mansi, a frail old lady draped in a white sari was sitting on the bed moving the beads of her rosary. She muttered the words of gratitude to the almighty for it was he who had blessed her with the strength to face the hard blows of life and live those long 25 years without her loving husband who was snatched away from her by the cruel destiny.
Her son aman, a middle-aged beefy man, worked as a manager in an mnc. His wife, esha was a teacher and they had a son, Aryan. It was Aryan’s 17th birthday and he was gifted a sleek sports car by his parents. Though aman was not in favour of buying a car yet on his wife’s persistent demand, he had to buy it. Mansi had nothing to gift him except her love, her blessing and the best wishes.
It was a busy day for the old lady for it was she who had to prepare the sweets as everyone in the house relished her finger licking sweets. She was happy but not for long. Soon Aryan came with a bandaged hand and leg, flanked by aman & esha. The couple was busy arguing with each other while Aryan sobbed. The old lady kept on asking about what had happened but the couple was too busy in the argument to answer her query & Aryan had locked himself in the room. Aman was blaming esha for she had persuaded him to buy the car & esha blamed aman for allowing Aryan to drink at this age as aman considered drinking to be a status symbol. When the lady lost all hope of getting an answer to the question, she stood there quietly and was dumbstruck when from the tid-bits of the arguments she learnt that Aryan had got into a fight with a boy in his college but soon left with his friends for a pub. He drank beer with them and in a fit of rage; he bumped his car into a small boy. And now the condition of the boy was critical. She stood rooted to the ground. She couldn’t hold back her tears and soon fell unconscious on the ground.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in her bed with the door ajar. She could hear some one outside. The voice grew louder and she recognized it. It was aman talking to esha. Aman was telling her that the boy’s condition was deteriorating and his chances of succumbing to injuries were high. He also told her that he had told the doctor who was his friend to give some money to the boy’s family to hush up the matter. And if the need be, to fabricate a report testifying that it was the boy who was drunk and not Aryan. It was too much for the old lady to bear. Tears welled up in her eyes as the most unfortunate & unforgettable incident of her life flashed across her eyes. Way back when aman was just 15, she was walking down the road with her husband, manav when suddenly a ball came rolling in the middle of the road & soon a child came running for it. And there came a speeding car from the other side of the road. Anticipating the mishap, manav rushed towards the girl to save her. In an attempt to save her from being run over by the car, he pushed her aside but he couldn’t escape. He succumbed to his injuries and died on the spot.
The old lady couldn’t control herself & broke into tears. Her husband often told her and aman, “life is too short and we should make most of it by helping the others in each and every way we can.”
These words kept ringing in her ears. Her husband had been true to his words. Now it was her and her son’s turn. But it seemed that aman had forgotten the lesson. The old lady hobbled out of the room & went to aman. She asked him to help the boy in the hospital in any way he could. But aman flatly refused by saying that it would make others believe that it was their son’s fault and now to make up for it they were footing the medical bills. Mansi pleaded with him but aman was adamant about it. So at last she went back to her room muttering the words while she sobbed, “I am sorry manav, I have failed. I am sorry. Please forgive me” . Feeling helpless and frustrated she made a death wish to god and suddenly the telephone bell rang. She heard aman saying in a boastful tone, “I know these people------ thanks” and he hung up. By that time esha came out of the bedroom and aman told him that the boy’s family had accepted the money to hush up the matter. When esha asked about the boy , aman plainly said, “ he died an hour ago” hearing this the old lady collapsed on the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks while she muttered, “ I am sorry, I failed” & silence fell in the room. 
She was lying motionless. Mansi had died.
The sun had disappeared behind the trees in the backyard of the house and there was utter darkness………


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