When I met Mr.Rawat yesterday, he was looking very disturbed and in deep sorrow. The terrible grief was clearly visible on his face. Eyes were dark red; it looks like he had not slept for few nights. He is my client and apart from the professional relationship we have a good friendship too. In the beginning of my career I worked under him, later on he started his own business and he became one of our distributors.
Meanwhile, when I asked him the matter, he lowered his spectacles and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He said that his sister’s son has died on Sunday. He was the only son and was married two years back, left behind a daughter, wife and mother. The sad thing was that his father was died in quite young age also and his sister is totally devastated and inconsolable. The thing was really painful. I met his cousin once; he was young healthy and dynamic person and the sole breadwinner of the family. When Rawatji
Was telling this to me suddenly his face stiffened and he broke down into tears badly.
I stayed silent for sometime, as I was unable to console him in such grief. But somehow I thought it would not nice to leave him in this state, So I stayed there for almost two hours and insist him to eat the lunch as he was diabetic and might get ill if remain hungry so long.
When I came out from his office my mood has disturbed. The afternoon has fallen and instead of meeting other clients I came to office. I was feeling quite very upset and feeling difficult to distract my mind from Rawatji, his cousin and cousin’s family. I thought I have burdened with sorrow and I should share this with some one
When I came in my desk the Intercom rang, it was Boss. I went to his cabin.
How was the meeting with Rawat.He asked without looking at me?
His cousin had died on Sunday. I replied.
Oh that it really bad. He said. His eyes were still on the monitor screen.
He was the only son and… I was about to complete the sentence, but he interrupted
What is the payment report? I hope you will submit it till evening.
I came to my desk. I was still feeling suffocated with agony and switch on the laptop.
What is the matter? Looking upset. Boss is not in good mood? The colleague sitting next to me looked at me and plainly said.
Nothing. I said. One of my friend’s cousins died. He was very young…
Oh that is bad. Just wait I have call from my boyfriend and she got busy with the phone.
I feel that I should punch this laptop and should break this into pieces and throw those pieces everywhere. I took a tea with aspirin and start making reports.
At night when I came to home my wife asked that why my mobile phone was switched off whole day. I told her that I was with Rawatji and as I was about to tell her everything about the incident she said she is watching a serial and that is on very crucial stage, we will talk on dinner.
I did not say any thing to her and took my little two-year daughter Appu in my Lap and we both squatted on the roof floor facing each other. I started telling her” Appu one of my friend’s cousin died. H has a daughter of your age and I spoke everything that was in my mind, all my grief, sympathy, and dispair. She was looking at me with eyes full of sympathy; understanding and companionship as she already know every word. I know through her I am speaking to god and god is hearing and sharing the burdan of sorrow.
