There was an old man in the village.
I knew him as a very proud and stubborn man.
50 years ago he married his wife from a very far away village, 100 miles away.
The wife was very pretty, friendly, outspoken and frank, but very rude, quarrelsome, hot-tempered....
She would very often poured out her grievances and complaints about her husband, her husband's village, her love and desire to go back to her village, her unhappy conversation here or her unfair treatment by someone here....
The husband would just ignore her, and continued doing his works, or left the house to look for his friends....
The quarrel and fight would last for days and weeks....
Very often the wife would pack her bags and left for her village with the children....
Few weeks and months had passed and the man would then bring her wife and children back to the village....
The unhappy relationship continued for years and it affected everyone in the family.
40 years ago, the wife decided to call it quit and left her husband for good.
The man complied, never once visit his wife's village again....
He stayed alone in his small house in the village ever since....
Many events, festivals, birthdays, and special occasions had passed....
The men remained on his own, not willing to relent or give up a bit....
The wife and children were happily living and celebrating together.... and waiting for him....
The men seemed more set in his decision as the years went by.
Nothing seemed to move and perturb him.
The children had grown and were successful in their carriers.
The wife was having a good time, living with her children in the city.
The man had retired from government service and was living alone in the same small house.
It would have been widened and built in double storey, had the wife and children been around....
The house looked very old and forlorn, so was the man....
Then the children came to visit the old man, staying with him a day or two....
Then they brought supplies and cleaned up the house for him....
Then they brought their family along, staying for a week or two....
More electric appliances and device arrived....
Then the wife came....
She was still very outspoken and frank, but less quarrelsome and hot-tempered... And she mixed well with people from the surrounding houses.
The old man looked the same....
No sign of happiness and homeliness....
No smile or laughter except to his good friends....
The family finally gave up....
And left him for good! (Sigh!)
Then one day the old man fell sick and was very weak....
He couldn't move much...
For many weeks he just lay down on a lazy chair...
A good lady next day would come to feed him, gently clean and mop his body every day when she was free....
Mind you, they had been enemies for years!
Many weeks had passed....
The old man was still lying down....
Getting weaker and weaker...
The old house looked very quiet and empty....
No one was there to see him....
Except the tv, switching on 24 hours a day....
The empty house still rang with the sound of children laughing, jeering, playing, giggling, telling stories.... He could still hear the wife cooking, singing, and talking from a distant.... And it was fast getting away....
The old man turned his head around, looking more worry and sad....
No one in the house....
No one near him....
And He couldn't even move....
Rows of tears running fast on his face.... again and again....
He was crying and groaning in pain...
But no one would come....
No one except the good Samaritan....
No one....
No one....
I knew him as a very proud and stubborn man.
50 years ago he married his wife from a very far away village, 100 miles away.
The wife was very pretty, friendly, outspoken and frank, but very rude, quarrelsome, hot-tempered....
She would very often poured out her grievances and complaints about her husband, her husband's village, her love and desire to go back to her village, her unhappy conversation here or her unfair treatment by someone here....
The husband would just ignore her, and continued doing his works, or left the house to look for his friends....
The quarrel and fight would last for days and weeks....
Very often the wife would pack her bags and left for her village with the children....
Few weeks and months had passed and the man would then bring her wife and children back to the village....
The unhappy relationship continued for years and it affected everyone in the family.
40 years ago, the wife decided to call it quit and left her husband for good.
The man complied, never once visit his wife's village again....
He stayed alone in his small house in the village ever since....
Many events, festivals, birthdays, and special occasions had passed....
The men remained on his own, not willing to relent or give up a bit....
The wife and children were happily living and celebrating together.... and waiting for him....
The men seemed more set in his decision as the years went by.
Nothing seemed to move and perturb him.
The children had grown and were successful in their carriers.
The wife was having a good time, living with her children in the city.
The man had retired from government service and was living alone in the same small house.
It would have been widened and built in double storey, had the wife and children been around....
The house looked very old and forlorn, so was the man....
Then the children came to visit the old man, staying with him a day or two....
Then they brought supplies and cleaned up the house for him....
Then they brought their family along, staying for a week or two....
More electric appliances and device arrived....
Then the wife came....
She was still very outspoken and frank, but less quarrelsome and hot-tempered... And she mixed well with people from the surrounding houses.
The old man looked the same....
No sign of happiness and homeliness....
No smile or laughter except to his good friends....
The family finally gave up....
And left him for good! (Sigh!)
Then one day the old man fell sick and was very weak....
He couldn't move much...
For many weeks he just lay down on a lazy chair...
A good lady next day would come to feed him, gently clean and mop his body every day when she was free....
Mind you, they had been enemies for years!
Many weeks had passed....
The old man was still lying down....
Getting weaker and weaker...
The old house looked very quiet and empty....
No one was there to see him....
Except the tv, switching on 24 hours a day....
The empty house still rang with the sound of children laughing, jeering, playing, giggling, telling stories.... He could still hear the wife cooking, singing, and talking from a distant.... And it was fast getting away....
The old man turned his head around, looking more worry and sad....
No one in the house....
No one near him....
And He couldn't even move....
Rows of tears running fast on his face.... again and again....
He was crying and groaning in pain...
But no one would come....
No one except the good Samaritan....
No one....
No one....
1 comment:
There could only be no-one there if HE wasn't there. Depending on others is folly. The last walk is always alone. Prepare for it.
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