It was a fine sunny morning in June. An elderly gentleman in his fifties entered my room. Dressed in neat formals he greets me with a smile. I do know him. He works as a school teacher and resides near my hospital. I could see he was in a jovial mood and I could sense it since he had a wedding invitation in his hand. Sir mur sualir biya aru apuni ahiboi lagibo (Sir it is my daughters marriage and u will have to come!. I congratulated him and accepted his wedding invitation. The wedding card was simple but wonderfully designed. I glanced down it and as I was going through it I was surprised that his daughters surname did not match his. Initialy I was a little reluctant to ask him but after a brief conversation I gathered courage and asked him if it was a printing mistake! He smiled and said Sir she is not my own daughter but very much like my own daughter. There was a brief silence and then he continued. 20 years ago on a fatal night he had lost his friend and his wife in a motor bike accident. They worked together in the same school. They had grown up in the same neighbourhood and studied in the same school. Sir he was a great friend. He helped me to get a job or else today I would have nothing to support my family. But destiny was cruel on him. I could sense from his voice he was holding his tears back. But he did not break down. He continued Sir after his death all his relatives were intersted in his money but none came forward to help his daughter. Her future was in jeopardy. Thats when I realised I must do something. At first my wife was apprehensive but later she agreed. We brought her to our home and since then she has been our daughter.. He did not say much after this. Inviting me once again he left. I resumed my work but during the entire day I kept thinking about it. How easy it is to make friends and how hard it is to hold on to them. The world might have forgotten his friend but he did not. He could not save his friend from death that night but he did not let their friendship die . Like all other people he too had an easy choice to make. To walk away from responsibilty. But he did not. He never cared about the society. It was his friend who mattered. I did attend his daughters marriage. A very pretty bride she was i must say. And there in the corner he was. A great father. And maybe even a greater friend. He might have taught his students many a lesson but maybe none greater than the one of frienship. Friends may die but frienship doesnt. And he proved it all the way long. #atruefriend #friendshipday #golaghatdiaries2014
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 17:29:15 +0000
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