29-01-2019, 05:51 PM
I opened the door of the taxi to help my Bhaia move out of it. I pulled him out and supported him while walking towards the door of our house. Bhabi was walking next to him. I helped him get into his bed so that he could rest.
"That's it Bhaia. You rest till evening then I will give you a massage."
My Bhaia did not say anything he was too shocked because of what had happened to him.
He was about to cry.
"Don't worry Bhaia you will be alright."
I put up a brave face but I was also worried. There was always a danger of another stroke. I walked out of the bedroom and signaled my Bhabi to follow me. We went in our living room.
"Look Bhabi this is a serious situation and we must do our best to help him come out of this."
"I know Rohan."
"Follow the strict diet which doctor has prescribed and try to keep him happy."
"Ok" She said in a low voice.
The emotional trauma had drained our energy.
A few weeks after my Bhaia started some physiotherapy and I continued to massage him daily. There was some improvement in his leg but not in his right hand. This continued for months. My Bhaia took a retirement as he could no longer perform his duties. He was now getting some pension which was not enough for us to survive. This was because he did not complete his full service period. We were surviving because of some savings which my Bhaia had. Now I was totally devoted to my Bhaia and Bhabi. I had to help my Bhaia do household work, go to market for grocery, vegetables shopping etc. I also helped my Bhabi for cooking and cleaning.
My life was totally changed. I was cut off from my friends. I mostly stayed indoors after attending my collage. My Bhabi knew this and she felt very sorry for me.
One day my Bhabi asked me
"Rohan why don't you go and play cricket with your friends?"
"I can't do that Bhabi"
"Why not? Your Bhaia is now ok you can go out now."
"But I want to stay with you Bhabi, who knows when I am needed here"
"That's true but the playground is not far away from our home. I can call you if we need your help Rohan."
"No Bhabi I don't want to get into it."
"Oh Rohan you are such a good boy. Now everything is on your shoulders."
"It's ok Bhabi I will take care of everything."
My Bhabi looked in my eyes proudly.
"That's it Bhaia. You rest till evening then I will give you a massage."
My Bhaia did not say anything he was too shocked because of what had happened to him.
He was about to cry.
"Don't worry Bhaia you will be alright."
I put up a brave face but I was also worried. There was always a danger of another stroke. I walked out of the bedroom and signaled my Bhabi to follow me. We went in our living room.
"Look Bhabi this is a serious situation and we must do our best to help him come out of this."
"I know Rohan."
"Follow the strict diet which doctor has prescribed and try to keep him happy."
"Ok" She said in a low voice.
The emotional trauma had drained our energy.
A few weeks after my Bhaia started some physiotherapy and I continued to massage him daily. There was some improvement in his leg but not in his right hand. This continued for months. My Bhaia took a retirement as he could no longer perform his duties. He was now getting some pension which was not enough for us to survive. This was because he did not complete his full service period. We were surviving because of some savings which my Bhaia had. Now I was totally devoted to my Bhaia and Bhabi. I had to help my Bhaia do household work, go to market for grocery, vegetables shopping etc. I also helped my Bhabi for cooking and cleaning.
My life was totally changed. I was cut off from my friends. I mostly stayed indoors after attending my collage. My Bhabi knew this and she felt very sorry for me.
One day my Bhabi asked me
"Rohan why don't you go and play cricket with your friends?"
"I can't do that Bhabi"
"Why not? Your Bhaia is now ok you can go out now."
"But I want to stay with you Bhabi, who knows when I am needed here"
"That's true but the playground is not far away from our home. I can call you if we need your help Rohan."
"No Bhabi I don't want to get into it."
"Oh Rohan you are such a good boy. Now everything is on your shoulders."
"It's ok Bhabi I will take care of everything."
My Bhabi looked in my eyes proudly.