The True Love Never Gets Old

She stood there every day for hours. The stairs watched her wait and go back. Each day she waited with those shivering fingers on the support stick and each day she went back for the next day to arrive. People asked her to go to her room. She stayed there still.


Every time they told her that she need not worry, they'll inform her if any visitor would come. She overlooked their emboldening and said,"He said to wait here. He'll come to meet me". Among the people who were living exactly like she was, hope had survived its way out at it's best like she had survived the bad miseries of her life. Where she stood everyday waiting was the first floor of " Last Show - Old Age Home".


This woman was a seventy-eight-year-old bent and happiness deprived creature who was never deprived of hope. Harassed by her mother in law when she was young, mocked by ladies of her colony when she couldn't produce a child for years after marriage and when she did give birth to Shiv, her beloved son, he became the world of happiness for her. Her miseries had no end, her paths were too bent, her skin had seen so much but still, prayers for Shiv's goodness were every day to the God she sent.


An unlucky widow of a gentleman who went away to abode heaven giving the last of his blood drops to his nation. Abhilasha Rastogi, the wife of late Honorable Major Aenav Rastogi, was living in a small room of "Last Show Old Age Home" in Rajkot. The woman who became a widow in just early forties and who nurtured her world, her boy Shiv amidst all problems she faced being alone in her journey was left cruelly alone like the same in her old age when she needed nurturing when she needed the love of Shiv, her son was an NRI.


She had put all the funds she received after her husband's death in providing the best education to her son. Of course, she did but lamenting the fact that he couldn't nurture his morals. He couldn't educate himself morally and left his mother behind the doors of this old age house when she needed the tenderness and love she deserved. She hadn't remarried despite the fact that she was young when she became a widow and was also proposed for marriage by a college mate of hers who had fallen for her dedication and love as a single mother.


She grew old. She grew pale, weak and bent serving her child. Tortured by her daughter-in-law who treated her like garbage but whenever Abhilasha raised hands it was only to bless them. She loved her granddaughter but was kept away from her too by her London return daughter in law for whom she was nothing more than a nuisance. She always wanted to get rid of her and eventually she did. Holding his mother's hands for the last time, he dropped her on the last stair of the old age home. The very same one where she waited for him each day.


All she remembered was his last words.


"Maa, stay here happily.


I'll come to meet you every day here at this spot before going to the office". But neither that day came, nor her son returned. She wrote to him regularly in hope of seeing him and her little Ammy, her princess granddaughter again. Another day she was back from her usual waiting thing, she took out a paper with her shaking hands from under her pillow. This was another of the letters she was writing for him and was determined to complete.


"Dear Shiv, Maa is sending her blessings full of love through this letter. I'm sorry beta if you don't understand my handwriting, your Mimmi has turned seventy-eight this year. She is in the last phase of her life. I don't know whether I'll be able to see you before I close my eyes or not. I miss you and Ammy a lot. Tomorrow is her birthday, give her wishes from her Dadi. I'm waiting for your beta at the same place where you had asked me to meet.


Every day I go out of my room unaware of the day and waiting for you is the biggest strength I have. It has made me deal with my arthritic pain. I have adapted it well to stand for you every day. This room here is too lonely and I miss Ammy's voice around me. The way she curled her hands around me all day. How is Shaana? I hope she is well and happy with you. Give her all the happiness beta. But never forget to take out time for once to meet your Mimmi.


You'll find me standing on the staircase of the first floor every morning. I will not take much of your time. Love, Mimmi...Mimmi was how Shiv used to call her mum in his younger days. She longed to hear it once more. Hopeful again, she happily gave the letter to the teen boy she regularly handed her letters to post. A smile landed on her wrinkled cracked lips thinking maybe this time there will be visitors for her.


This hopeful attribute was every time she gave her letters to be posted. Days passed, Abhilasha continued to wait inevitably at the staircase in excitement and hope but each day despair kissed her thoughts. She smiled and cried watching other old ones like her being visited by their children. This made her heart long for her son more. To see him before she dies. This was all she wanted. The staircase had footsteps of all visitors for the other residents but it kept silent for old and bent Abhilasha.


One day she stood peeping the footsteps in the morning again. Again she stood there in apprehensions. Yes, there were two pairs of feet that were slowly urging towards her. It was an old man with a young man in his forties holding a paper in his hand. Shiv?  No? But they were there for Abhilasha.


"Abhilasha?...oh you look beautiful still..",an old voice serenaded Abhilasha's ear.


She tried to recognize with her weakened and high powered spectacles eyes. She saw a familiar face.


"Ajeet...", she said smiling. "Oh..this is..your son.?."


"Yes...My son Veer."


Ajeet introduced the old lady to the young man.


The man touched her feet and kissed her hands. This made her eyes wet.

"Your wife has brought him up so well...God bless you, child." Ajeet smiled and said,"I did not marry Abhilasha. I adopted Veer who became my world and he took care of me more than my own son could have. I did not fall in love again Abhilasha. I still love that independent lady I had proposed."


The lady Ajeet was talking was Abhilasha herself. Ajeet was the man who wanted Abhilasha to remarry and had proposed her after her husband's death. "I wanted to meet you for long. I went to your house but got to know your son shifted to London two years ago and that you are here for five years. These letters you wrote to Shiv were bathing in the dirt in the letterbox. Then Veer brought me here." Abhilasha was in tears knowing her son had shifted without even meeting her once.


She felt devastated thinking about her waits of every day. All were in vain.


Veer kept his hands around her,"We are here to take you Maa. That's what I and Papa want" Abhilasha looked at him shocked."You-You called me— MmmmAa-aa", she stammered."Yes Ma, Don't cry over the ones who did not respect your love.


"There exists a man who has waited for you since more than thirty-five years. He did not love anyone else again. My Pa still loves you. Give us an opportunity to make you trust relations again" And she looked at Ajeet whose old and wrinkled eyes were still filled with love for her.


The wait was still in his eyes.


For her to say "Yes" which she wanted to when young but had sacrificed. She felt so overwhelmed and ecstatic after years. And then the staircase which had never watched anyone go up to meet her, watched her walking down with two people who took her to the place she deserved.


She was loved by Ajeet, His son and daughter in law and his grandchild, Keeshu. This made her know that there is no age for love. And also no age for new relations to welcome us.

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  • Harshita Agarwal says:

    This is something so beautiful I have read so far. Every lines is giving a heartfelt meaning and a feel. Great job! Hope to read more stuff by you soon!

  • Smita Rola says:

    Excellent story with very descrptive words which gives imagination of story as you read. Looking forward for second episode!!