: A few days passed by. After receiving a beating from my grandmother, I started going to school regularly. But Sukhesh, my brother, had stopped going to school again. This time he was caught immediately.
And my grandmother had mercilessly beaten Sukhesh. She hadn't even given him food. And she had locked him in a dark room in the neighborhood overnight.
This proved to be a life-threatening punishment for Sukhesh.
He didn't want to go to school. And God had helped him in this way!
He had fallen seriously ill.
Despite extensive treatment, his condition hadn't improved. His condition was getting worse day by day.
One day, I was ready and sitting down to eat. Sukhesh was sleeping right behind me.
At that moment, the postman came and threw a postcard, which fell next to him. Sukhesh picked it up and tried to read it.
Grandmother had questioned him about it.
"Whose letter is this?"
"Papp... Papa... Mom and Aunty..."
After saying this, he stopped talking.
I was young at that time. I was unaware of the seriousness of the situation. After eating, I quietly went to school.
And Grandmother, with the help of a neighbor, sent a telegram to my father.
By evening, Father had reached Hansot with his new mother.
The doctor had informed him that Sukhesh's treatment was not possible in Hansot.
"Take your son to Surat."
And we all reached Surat by taxi.
My new mother's mother's house was there. Both my grandmothers and my grandmothers had come together on the same platform for the first and last time. There was a 36-year-old figure between them.
We reached Surat at 6:30 in the evening. And the next day, at the same time, Sukhesh passed away.
My father was deeply shocked after his departure. His ten-year-old son had passed away before his eyes, which had broken my father's back.
At that moment, the thought of keeping his children with him came to his mind.
"From today on, I will keep my children with me."
He told his grandmother his decision.
"Then who will I depend on to live? You leave Bhavika with me."
Grandmother said this while rejecting the proposal of a son-in-law.
Out of pity for his mother-in-law, Father had divided Bhavika and me, which prevented any feelings of love and affection between us siblings.
Grandmother would come to Mumbai with Bhavika once every two to four months and stay with us. She would come for a week, but I wouldn't let her go back for a month or two.
Grandmother would tell me wonderful stories every day. I loved listening to them.
Whatever the case, I was very attached to Grandmother. She took great care of us.
The new Grandmother was the opposite of her. She didn't like us at all. She claimed to be very reserved type. In her eyes we were untouchable, kept us away.
Her destiny to control her daughter had woven a web to keep us apart.
She had another daughter of her own, who was her stepdaughter. I don't know what problem she had with us. My uncle also treated me badly. He was always trying to push me into the group of fools and ignorant, not leaving any single opportunity to humiliate me, to break my self confidence.
My new mother's name was Geeta. For some reason, she also didn't like us. At that time, I remembered the words of my grandmother:
A stepmother can never replace a real mother!"
I had hoped for love and affection from my new mother, but my aunt had prevented that from happening.
Both of us feared the same thing. Her mother-in-law would make us partners in the property.
One day, my aunt came to our house. As soon as she arrived, she gave an order to my new mother:
"Come on, get ready. We have to go to the hospital. "
The new mother did not even know the patient..
But she was determined to drag Geeta sister along, giving the excuse that she could not go alone. I insisted on going with her..
I was small, I could not stay alone at home. Knowing this, she created such a drama.
While refusing my insistence to go with her, she said.
" Small children cannot come to the hospital. "
Saying this, both of them left, leaving me alone crying in the house.
I was crying in the house, hungry and thirsty. At that time, a girl from the neighborhood came to my help.
Her name was Ananya.
I did not even know her. Still, she phoned my father at the office and ask him to report home.
"Sambhav is all alone in the house, he is crying. You should come home immediately. "
Ananya was two years older than me.
As soon as he got the news, Dad rushed home. He took me to my aunt's house. We didn't know which hospital they went to. So Dad took me to my aunt's house. But we didn't know which hospital they went to. The maid was present at home. She had no idea.
And we returned home disappointed. Dad bought me some breakfast.
Sister Geeta came home at seven o'clock. Dad was very angry about that. He scolded his new mother and started crying like a little child.
The atmosphere was quite tense.
In this situation, Dad said to Mom:
"Get ready quickly. We're going to eat out and watch a movie today." "
And we got ready and left the house.
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