They are the mere creative stories written for the contest, nothing is related to my or anyone's real life
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
A tribute to a peppy lady.- true story
Madhuri, that was her name. She was basically from West Bengal and came Delhi to earn. She was wheatish, small, and well built. Her husband has left her when she was only 21 followed by three children. She has no one and nothing left in her life except the three children whom she has to alone bring up.
I still remember, she was introduced by our maid who was soon going to her village for delivery. She placed Madhuri at our home for doing household work. She was a peppy lady and soon become like one of our family member. Every time I saw her, I find her smiling. She used to play with us, feed us and get us ready for the school. I get to know that since last few weeks she has given up her dinner so that she can save money and can send that to her children.
She hardly took any holidays in her period of two years. Always on time and used to go very late. She was giving her all life, fun, enjoyment for her kids, just to make sure that they won't face any finance problem.
Many time she told us about acute headache and at time blurring of vision. Two three times she also fell on road due to severe headache but never bothered to go to any medical practitioner for consultation. Her life was becoming miserable so do her health. She has simply become half of what she was two years ago, more pale and less active but still she used to work day and night without taking any leave.
It was July and Sun was on its extreme. Madhuri has not turned up since last two days which was not usual like her. We all were very tensed but nothing can be done as she don't have mobile and also we don't know her address. The only way to contact her was the maid who bought her. She told us that she is very sick and having acute pain in head since last two days.
The other day, Mom decided to go at her home to meet her. I too accompanied her. Madhuri was lying on a ruined floor, without anything beneath her. She was looking too feeble and was lying with her eyes closed. Her condition made us cry but still somehow mom managed to talk to her. As soon as she saw her she tried to sit but fainted. Mom run and hold her in her hands. She was taking her last breath, folding her arms and her lips are dried. Her posture was that of a divinity. I wanted to hug her and tell her that what she has done is something no one can done for me.
Busyin my thoughts, I saw her head fell the other way and her eyes wide open and gazing at me.
Madhuri, that was her name. She was basically from West Bengal and came Delhi to earn. She was wheatish, small, and well built. Her husband has left her when she was only 21 followed by three children. She has no one and nothing left in her life except the three children whom she has to alone bring up.
I still remember, she was introduced by our maid who was soon going to her village for delivery. She placed Madhuri at our home for doing household work. She was a peppy lady and soon become like one of our family member. Every time I saw her, I find her smiling. She used to play with us, feed us and get us ready for the school. I get to know that since last few weeks she has given up her dinner so that she can save money and can send that to her children.
She hardly took any holidays in her period of two years. Always on time and used to go very late. She was giving her all life, fun, enjoyment for her kids, just to make sure that they won't face any finance problem.
Many time she told us about acute headache and at time blurring of vision. Two three times she also fell on road due to severe headache but never bothered to go to any medical practitioner for consultation. Her life was becoming miserable so do her health. She has simply become half of what she was two years ago, more pale and less active but still she used to work day and night without taking any leave.
It was July and Sun was on its extreme. Madhuri has not turned up since last two days which was not usual like her. We all were very tensed but nothing can be done as she don't have mobile and also we don't know her address. The only way to contact her was the maid who bought her. She told us that she is very sick and having acute pain in head since last two days.
The other day, Mom decided to go at her home to meet her. I too accompanied her. Madhuri was lying on a ruined floor, without anything beneath her. She was looking too feeble and was lying with her eyes closed. Her condition made us cry but still somehow mom managed to talk to her. As soon as she saw her she tried to sit but fainted. Mom run and hold her in her hands. She was taking her last breath, folding her arms and her lips are dried. Her posture was that of a divinity. I wanted to hug her and tell her that what she has done is something no one can done for me.
Busyin my thoughts, I saw her head fell the other way and her eyes wide open and gazing at me.
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