Today, I went to my uncle's home in Ranchi. He is not alive anymore. It has been three years. Since then, it is my first visit to the home where only my aunt lives now.
Let me clarify. He was not a blood relation. He was my father's friend. But anyway, he has been very close since the day I came to Ranchi for IIT-JEE preparation. A lot of things happened in between. I have a job now and will be graduating soon.
One thing that moved me was how the place has changed after my uncle's death. He has been a small businessman. After his untimely passing, his wife and son(who is in college) has been left with no income source. Therefore, his home has been transformed to provide accommodation for girls. The income source is humbly modest.
My aunt has to live alone now. She was telling how hard it is for her to do all the chores like shopping, paying taxes etc. She has no one to talk to. She passes her time by going to relatives, watching TV or reading religious books.
My uncle has been a jolly person. Extremely friendly and easy-going. The house was full of energy when he was there. Now, it seems dark and cold.
After the visit, I roamed through streets which I used as a senior high school student. It was nostalgic. Shops which were frequently visited by me and my friends still functioned the same way. But today, I was alone in a vast sea of people.
How time makes so little and yet so large a difference?
Let me clarify. He was not a blood relation. He was my father's friend. But anyway, he has been very close since the day I came to Ranchi for IIT-JEE preparation. A lot of things happened in between. I have a job now and will be graduating soon.
One thing that moved me was how the place has changed after my uncle's death. He has been a small businessman. After his untimely passing, his wife and son(who is in college) has been left with no income source. Therefore, his home has been transformed to provide accommodation for girls. The income source is humbly modest.
My aunt has to live alone now. She was telling how hard it is for her to do all the chores like shopping, paying taxes etc. She has no one to talk to. She passes her time by going to relatives, watching TV or reading religious books.
My uncle has been a jolly person. Extremely friendly and easy-going. The house was full of energy when he was there. Now, it seems dark and cold.
After the visit, I roamed through streets which I used as a senior high school student. It was nostalgic. Shops which were frequently visited by me and my friends still functioned the same way. But today, I was alone in a vast sea of people.
How time makes so little and yet so large a difference?