Every grandfatherloves his grand children, sometimes more than his or her parents.
I took birth in a remote village in Bihar during Monsoon season. My father was posted in Siachin glacier in 1983 .so my mother was kept with his father in her `Myka` for proper careof my mother.
Those days, proper Medicare facility was not available in that village. Due to some complications after birth, the umbilical cord was detached from my mother`s body in a wrong ways perhaps, and there was heavy blood flow like a fountain. It was tried to stop with cottons, but it was not successful entirely.
Situation was very serious. To save my life, my `Nanaji` swam in the river which was the shortest route to grab a doctor and it was arranged in least time and my life was saved just in time.
My Nanaji is an old person now and ailing too. Two months ago, he was going to cast his vote in a rickshaw for Panchayat election. Road was very uneven and suddenly the rickshaw overturned and there was hairline fracture detected in the leg when he was admitted in hospital. He was under comma, so no rod could be fitted.
I went to meet him along with my family and he started crying, hugging me. My husband saluted him while coming back, saying he was indeed a classic person, one of his kind.
Today I received information that whole of his body has swelled and he is not in a position to even take a call on mobile.
I wish, I would have been a boy child and reach to my nanaji at the earliest, leaving all my commitments.
Because of him, I am alive today.
Please pray for my Nanaji.
