Mother's Day
Yesterday when it began to storm, I ran up to our terrace to get a feel of the wind against my face. While I was up there, I saw this elderly gentleman trying to walk an older lady down the street. They must have been mother and son, I guessed. Now, the lady was visibly uncomfortable with all the walking and the man had to literally push her from behind to make any progress down the road. At one point, the lady could not walk at all and had to sit down on the road for some rest. When it began to drizzle, the mother and son had to compulsorily restart their journey home. Soon after, it began to pour and I made my way back to my room. But the thought of the two refused to leave me. I kept on wondering if they'd reached home, safe and dry. Incidentally, my mother suffered from a similar condition. And when you're playing the part of the care-giver, you often get irritated and impatient during such situations, which works adversely for the patient in question. They become sca...