As a human being our preference has always been a shelter to wilderness, home to habitate, and civilization to anomaly. We have developed skills, obtained knowledge, streamlined our potentials. But where does go those highly venerated piece of knowledge we have been furnished yet, when it comes of regarding our parents when they need that the most.
Alas!! Where is humanity?? Asking further she uttered that she was with her daughter-in-law too who seated her with some useful but meagre stuffs and backed off. The train was very punctual to start its regular journey and like always it was carrying countless unknown, untold tragic stories with it hidden behind its own rumble.
In some cases when the only loving son is died there is a few to nurse the old soul, but in most cases the loving son is the villain. Parents are the third party in their rejoiced life and hence they develope a sense of acknowledging them extra luggage. Tell me who is the third party? Parents or such rowdy children?
As per the rule of the nature , the successors always seem to have dominated their predecessors. But nature never allows their ancestors to be insulted. They are the fundamentals.
No development can be carried out on the debrish of old seasoned experiences. To respect our slender old parents is the need of the hour because this is among one of the legendaries we would be passing on to our off spring. The sooner we realize our mistakes, the farther we will carry on in our future.