A Share of Fate

 

A Share of Fate

 

Saran Rai 

Seeing the loving elderly couple — the famous 85-year-old writer of Darjeeling and his 81-year-old wife — we too had once imagined, “If only we could live together happily until that age.”

But as time passed, at 69, I now find myself taking my 64-year-old wife — who must undergo regular hemodialysis — to the hospital again and again, caring for her as her attendant.

Dissatisfied with this share of life that has fallen to me, I look beside me and see a 30-year-old husband caring for his 24-year-old wife, who also needs continuous hemodialysis.

Seeing this, my heart finds peace. I think —
"The life I’ve been given… it’s still better than his."

Everyone bears their own share of life…!

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