The Journey Of A Savior 7 Family Of Three

The old lady was startled as she turned towards him. A warm smile flashed on her countenance as she looked at him with grat.i.tude in her eyes.

"No, I'm fine."

"And thank you for getting back my bag from that mugger." Her voice seemed to be getting hoa.r.s.e at that moment but she managed to blurt out those sentences.

'If that boy hadn't retrieved her bag from the mugger, what would have happened to her?' She thought.

'How was her grandson supposed to get money for his higher studies? That was all the money she had saved after the untimely death of his parents.'

After losing her son and daughter-in-law both at the same time, she was the sole guardian of her grandson left in this world. From then on she raised him on her own. He was the only reason for her to live on.

This teenaged boy helped both of them immensely without even knowing about it. For her he was like the reincarnation of some divine who appeared in front of her just to save her from this tragedy. She was obviously very happy.

"No madam, as a younger generation it is my duty to help those in need. You don't have to thank me." The boy replied.

"You are not injured anywhere, right?" That old lady asked worriedly. "If you are then let me take you to a hospital."

"No madam, there's nothing for you to be worry about. I'm not injured anywhere." The boy responded with a soft smile on his face.

"You are a good boy."

"Your parents must be so proud of you." The old lady looked at him with tenderness in her eyes.

"Okay, tell me your parents phone number. I'll officially call them to thank." The old lady asked.

This boy had saved their lives by retrieving the bag from that mugger. She thought she should call his parents and thank them.

"No, no madam, you don't have to. It's alright. You don't have to." After hearing her, a tinge of chill suddenly flashed down along his spines.

'She was going to call his parents. This could well become a big problem.'

'He was not going to let that happen. If his mother ever found out about this, a deadly storm will take form in his house that day.'

He knew that he was the most precious person to his mother. There will not be in any way that her mother would ever let this go. So he couldn't let this incident be known to her.

He waved his hands as goodbye to the old lady and turned right back. This was the only option he could think of at that moment. He sprinted towards the direction of his house.

"Eh!" That old lady was surprised to see him fleeing as fast as he could from her. A smile formed on her face as she waved right back towards him and mumbled in a faint voice.

"If there were more persons like him in this world, how great of a world this could be."

She too walked towards the direction of her home with a smile on her face.

"Mom I'm home." The boy shouted after entering his house.

He took off his shoes and changed in to a slipper he used to wear in his house. He put his bag which was lying on his shoulders, onto a table which was set in the hall.

His house was neither very big nor very small. It was just what a middle cla.s.s family could afford to have.

Inside the house, there was a medium sized hall which basically divided the house in two parts.

On one side of the hall there was his parent's bedroom, his bedroom, a small guest room which they always used as a store room and on the other side of the hall there was the lavatory and kitchen.

As far as he could remember he always felt this was his home. He heard from his parents that only after he was born, they bought this house. His whole childhood was spent in this house. His growth markings were also present on the walls of this hall.

He was nearing the 180cm mark already. He already grew another few centimetres from the last marking on that wall.

"Go change and wash up. I've been frying those onion pakoda that you like." His mother replied from the kitchen.

She was in the kitchen frying the pakodas for him at this moment. Her hands were stuffed with the mixture of slashed onions and wet gram flour as she glanced at him.

After telling him to go wash up and change, she turned all her focus towards frying those pakodas.

She was a woman who was almost reaching her fifties. From her countenance you could say that she would've been a great beauty in her prime but at this moment of time, she looked like an aged beauty.

There were few creases on her forehead and below her eyes which started to get visible though, but her demeanour was still so elegant.

"Renu, the water has run dry in the bathroom. What should I do? I'm in the middle of my shower."

Suddenly a man's voice came from the direction of their bathroom. The woman in the kitchen fl.u.s.tered a bit as she looked towards the bathroom and said.

"Oh I'm sorry dear. It looks like I forgot to fill the water tank today."

"Don't worry, I'll do something."

Then she turned towards her son and ordered.

"Ved, go and start the submersible for a few minutes."

"Okay" the teenaged boy went running out of the house and came back after a few minutes.

"It's done."

"Now go wash up. I've almost completed frying the pakodas." Renu said.

Renu was happy living this mundane life. She enjoyed being a wife and a mother. Sixteen years ago this boy came into her life like a gift from the heavens and filled the void in her life.
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After the adoption they started worrying for his health. They brought him out from the orphanage but what if something happens to him after the adoption. He was the infant who spent the whole night alone outside in a thunderstorm. This was a matter of life and death.

When they took him to the hospital for the full body check-up, she was very anxious. But the reports said there was nothing wrong with him. He was as healthy as any other normal baby.

In reality the doctors were surprised after knowing the circ.u.mstances the boy was in and said that he was the healthiest baby they have ever seen in their hospital.

"How can this be? He was left abandoned in that thunderstorm. There were even some marks of blood stain on the towel wrapped on his body."

Renu took it as a miracle. She thought that the heavens have sent this baby here just for her.

They took him home and raised him as their own. Now she had everything in her life, a loving and caring husband and her precious baby boy. She took pleasure in being his mother. He was the apple of her eye.

The evening was the most relaxing time in their household. Everyone sat together for the evening tea. Her two most beloveds were in the house and she was cooking the evening snacks. Her heart was at ease and a faint smile could be seen on her countenance vividly. This was her family of three.

"Ved..." After finis.h.i.+ng his shower, Vivek came out from the bathroom and sat on the dining chair as he called out to his son.

He was now in his early fifties and the age was starting to show on his countenance. There were more marks of creases visible on the forehead and under his eyes. His hair was almost gone and the rest of them which were still on his head were getting a shade of white. He was getting old.

"Coming dad…." A voice came from the bathroom. "One minute...."

"Today he came home late again. Why don't you try talking to him?"

Renu was reporting to him worriedly while putting the pakodas and the chutney on the dining table.

She was worried that her precious son will get himself in trouble. He was a teenager after all. That was the rebellious phase of a child's life but whenever she tried to ask him about why he came home late, he always tried to change the subject.

"He is not a little boy Renu. He is growing up day by day. He is going to be seventeen in a couple of days so now we should stop treating him like a baby."

"He has his school friends so it is obvious that he will come home late sometimes. We should let him enjoy his school life. We shouldn't interfere much." Vivek tried to explain to her wife.

"I don't want that too but I am just worried about him being influenced by bad habits."

"This is the apt age to be influenced by those bad habits like smoking, doing drugs, taking alcohol and being swayed by those scheming girls." Renu said with a frown on her face.

"Oh so you are worried that your child would be swayed by those scheming girls." Vivek had a teasing smile on his face as he looked towards his wife and said.

"I have full faith in my child. You should have some too."

"He is starting to interact with the world now so it is obvious that he would be offered those temptations now or later in his life." "We have warned him that those things are not good for his health. Now we should let him make his own choice."

"Let him experience the world. Let him fall down once or twice, let him rise up on his own. If he doesn't have those experiences of life, how is he going to live in this vicious world?"

After hearing that long speech which surprisingly came out from his husband's mouth, Renu was stunned.

'And once he said that how am I going to be a father. I don't know anything about parenting.' She thought as she looked at his smiling visage.

Her lips curved upwards automatically.