Life is a strange mixture of joys and sorrows. If today we are happy, tomorrow we may be sad. Some events, however, are so sad that they leave a trace of it for the rest of our life.
One such event did take place in my life and it altogether changed the even course of my life. It was the death of my dear father. On a fateful day in the month of July we all set out in our car to see one of my aunts who was ailing. It had rained only a day before. The roads were slippery. My father did not mind it He was good at driving. We were soon at our destination.
My aunt was very glad to see us. We decided to take her along with us. It was quite late when we drove homewards. My uncle was with us. He was on a scooter. On the way my father thought of riding the scooter. He signaled my uncle to stop. He exchanged his place with him we set out again. At one place we halted. We had tea at a wayside restaurant. We had not gone far when my father stopped all of a sudden. He beckoned us to stop. Hardly had he put his foot on the ground when he fell down into a ditch below.
We stooped. We stopped some of the cars passing by. Together we took him out he was unconscious. It was a calamity for all of us. My mother was in tears We rushed him to a hospital. He was placed in the emergency ward. The doctors tried their best but in vain. He did not regain consciousness.
He survived for a couple of days more and then passea away quietly. We were all punned. It was a terrible blow. The bread-winner had been taken away from us. How sad we all felt! Mother refused to be consoled. She knew that it was the hardest blow that fate — cruel fate — had struck her with.
I was men in my teens but I understood that the only way to-console my mother was to carry out her biddings. 1 have been true to my resolve. I have never given her a chance to complain. I am working hard for the examination but sometimes, the cruel remembrance of what has happened makes me sad—awfully sad. Twentieth July was thus the saddest day of my life.