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Mother: A Saviour Even After Death

Ashutosh, a 20-year-old, lived in Delhi, India. His mother was a businesswoman. She was falsely accused under the section 420, which led to a heart attack when she got the orders. Unfortunately, she died. It was a coincident or what to say but she died at 4:20 in evening.

Ashutosh was obviously depressed about his mother’s death, he hated this hour of the day, 4:20. People were back bitching about his mother’s death timing. “How can she die exactly at 4:20, for sure she did something wrong and it is a sign from the god”, said a lady to her friend. Ashutosh ignored all of this. He trusted her mother. But Ashutosh lost his vision of life after his mother’s death. He shifted to Mumbai with his dad. A 20-year-old boy, the year when you decide your career, he lost his vision of life.

He had no aims in life. It wasn’t him, but the days were running his life. He had no one to talk too. It wasn’t like people hated him, but who wants to be seen with a depressed person? So people around him avoided being with him. As a result, he stopped going out much. He himself, now, don’t want to be seen with anyone (humans). The unbelievable support shown by people during his mother’s bad times took away his belief in humanity. Dogs were what he got attracted too. He pets one Labrador, Toby. In the home, he either spends time with Toby or would just write his thoughts in a diary. Now it is obvious, a human does have thoughts. Rather talking about it to others he wrote them all in his diary. Now as you can sense by now from the story, his dad was less participative in his life. He left early and came late from work. Ashutosh never complained about that. Toby was his everything now.

A year passed of his mother’s death. He woke up early that morning. Went to his balcony, looked at the sky so keenly as if he could see his mother up there. He made some cereals for himself, fed Toby too. As he was about to sit to eat, a plate falls down in the kitchen. “Woof Woof”, Toby barked. “Its okay let me see.” Ashutosh calmed Toby and went to the kitchen. He realized due to the miss-management of the utensils, that plate fall. “WOOF WOOF”, Toby barked quite furiously this time. “Its okay I got it”, said Ashutosh, and as he entered the living room, he saw Toby looking at Ashutosh’s room and was barking as if he is looking at a stranger in there.

“Toby what happen? I got the plate. Relax, come here”, Ashutosh called for Toby. Toby, a nice dog, gave his master a look after that order but looked back at the room and started barking again. “What is it that is bothering you so much”, Ashutosh walked up to Toby to see in his room for the matter and as soon he reached to that open door, but still behind the wall of the room, he heard some whisperings. That gave Ashutosh some shivers, Toby was continuously barking, those whisperings were getting louder as if someone wanted Ashutosh to come inside. Ashutosh thought of his mother and got the courage to peek inside his room.

The moment he peeked in, whispers vanished and the room was empty. Toby also got quiet and ran into the room. Ashutosh followed him is his room and saw something unusual, a magazine. That magazine was kept on his bed. The strange part was he never saw that magazine before in his life. Toby jumped on his bed and started smelling that magazine. “Wait, Toby, let me see.” He took the magazine in his hands and shuffled some pages (he was wondering how this came here). While shuffling, a pamphlet falls. “Woof Woof”, Toby barked at that pamphlet. “What you want it?” Ashutosh picked that pamphlet and was giving it to Toby until he saw the title.

“WANNA BE THE NEXT BIG THING IN WRITING WORLD? SEND US YOUR WORK”, the title said.

Ashutosh looked at it and paused for a minute. He read it again like 2-3 times. Later he pulled out his diary, gave another look at that pamphlet. Something was cooking in his mind. “Can I be a writer?” he murmured to himself. Writing was something he is been doing for a very long time and for a fact he loved to write. It was not just his thoughts but also some short stories he wrote in that diary. He realized that maybe this was the thing he wants to pursue in life. This was his call. “People may not want to hear me, but they may like to read my thoughts”, he thought to himself. He was getting his vision for life back. He realized his goal, to be a writer. “Yes this is my call, this is the chance and I have to do it.” He thought and grabbed that pamphlet and went to fetch his laptop. Toby, on the other hand, was confused and went with his master.

What about that magazine? What about that pamphlet? How all these things came on his bed?

Do you think it was his mother that helped him? For sure his mother would have never like the way Ashutosh lived, an aimless life. Maybe his mother came to his rescue.

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