Taken for granted

It stood there, silently watching over its passers-by, ignored by most, recognized by very few, actualized by none.

It has seen perhaps seasons more than the days in a year. Perhaps it has seen happiness and sorrows, all through the eyes of others and self, going unnoticed yet being there. It must have been a father for it always kept silent shade for the people passing through that road.  gone through roughest of weathers and kept the children safe from sun and rain. Not expecting anything in return knowing that as the weather clears up, the children will go away. The Birds who kept their nest in that tree, like daughters in the house, too leave, one day leaving an empty nest, an empty house behind.

The tree gave its everything to the family, the people, it gave fruits, shade, wood, that the family used peacefully to make a furniture in their respective homes. I wonder how the ending for that tree would have been different if some fool, instead of taking the tree as a potential for product, actually like the traditions in India, had made a small place just near the roots to pray for the respective god, or in this case a room for the old father who gave his all for the kids who took everything and left for good.

This particular tree stands tall on the way from Hanuman camp to riverfront Ahmedabad.  With roots so deep that it still stands strong, representing the father in every family, providing oxygen, invariably reducing the pollution, like a father would try to remove the hurdles from his child's life. All said and done, being left alone every single time, when the policemen find a new criminal, a car sees a green signal, visitors to the Hanuman Camp move towards the temple,  the school kids now prefer the fruits brought from the market rather than picking up from the roots of the trees.

To end, I ask a question when was the last time you, my dear readers, watered the roots of the tree?
We are too busy expanding our roots, that we forget about the tree because of which you have grown so strong.

This was a trial to write with a new aspect. I look forward to your views and comments.
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The Break

She has a high fever just like the other week. we give her some medicines, as every household in India is a doctor in itself, we know way too much than we should.

The coming day she again had a fever which was causing ever her bones to ache. I requested her to go visit a doctor with me, oh how stubborn she is, she doesn't agree, I try to explain how important it is to show to the doctor, but she said I'm too weak to even get up. if it doesn't get better by tomorrow we will surely go. okay. keeping in mind the fact that my house is on the third floor it was difficult to make her walk even to the elevator. the next day she felt a percent better and early morning we took her to the hospital where she was prescribed with some tests. As per the report she was OK, nothing much was wrong, so we take the prescribed medicines and come back home. 

The same afternoon, the medicines are of no help and the fever persists. as she complains of fever I immediately took her to the nearest hospital and again she undergoes certain blood tests which showed that she had dengue. which justifies the reason for continuous high fever. 

next moment we know, she is admitted to the ICU with IV drips running down in her veins and she constantly saying that I do not want to be in the hospital, take me home. do not get me admitted. we stay with her for a while and then come back wondering when did the mosquito bite her.  A few months back only, she underwent angioplasty which took her some time to get back to her healthy and active self.

Meanwhile, I too was busy taking care of her which lead to being away from the internet for a while. By God's grace now she is doing quite well. meanwhile, I wondered if any of the people receiving my blog link had visited or read any of my posts. To my surprise, had I been an eCommerce or any other company whats app message that promises money if we forward, my link would have been famous, but alas I am a person whom they know personally and their action could actually lead to a small-time success.

The truth of these days. We would blindly support someone we don't know, and in the case of a known one or a friend, we would be very passive. To all the small time or freelancing people reading this. who have gone through the same, If nothing else, I would go ahead and read your blog or visit you post, I required I will comment, because I know how does it feel when the numbers in your WhatsApp list, the friends on facebook and other contacts are of no use simply because they are too busy to give you one minute of their time. 

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