Sudden turn of events

In response to The Daily Post- Sudden turn of events-

I was sitting on my veranda making some patterns on the floor with the chalk; I was totally engrossed in it when I heard some commotion across the street. 

Oh, my God! What police were doing in front of Mrs. Bajpai’s house?

Now Mr. and Mrs. were the nicest neighbors one could have.

Our house was just opposite their house. We were new to the locality. My father, with four children and a wife, shifted to this house just six months back. 

We became friendly instantly with everyone as they all were very friendly, accommodating, and compatible lot.

There were people from all cast and communities living in peace and harmony in our locality.

We celebrated each and every festival with the same zeal and fervor. 

Slowly we came to about the background of every family. 

We became very friendly with Mr. and Mrs. Bajpai.

They had six boys, all grown up and had moved away leaving their parents to look after each other. They occasionally came to visit their parents initially but that practice was stopped as they became busier with their work.

Mr. and Mrs. Bajpai never complained. 

Most of the people in the locality lived in rented houses. Very few had their own house.

Though our owner never bothered us he was very particular about rent. You give him rent in time and he will keep quiet.

 Mr. Bajpai was doing some small business and the income was barely sufficient for both of them to live peacefully though savings were a distant dream. Raising six boys was not an easy job. Mr.’s earning was spent on providing them a good education. They could not save any money for their old age.

The real problem started when Mr. Bajpai died suddenly leaving his wife in a helpless.  She had no income and was unable to run her husband’s business, she could not manage rents.

Now accomplished by the police the landlord had himself come there to evict her from the house.

The neighbors tried to intervene and offered some donations but she declined saying it was not a practical solution. How long could they manage and they have their family to look after too.

Mother asked her to move in with us but she declined that too knowing well how small our house was.

We were all crying for failing to do something for our beloved Mrs. Bajpai. We were feeling very miserable. We prayed to god to send some solution.

The solution came but it was not as good as we found later.

Mr Bajpai’s younger brother who had a fight with his brother and lived separately came and took her with him.

We heaved a sigh of relief and thanked God that still some humanity was left in him. Though he could have helped them when his brother was still alive.

Everybody got busy in their daily routine.

After say 15 days my mother asked me to go and see how Mrs Bajpai was doing. I went there and saw she was not very happy. She tried to hide her discomfort but I could smell it as I was close to her. Her sister-in-law was not treating her well.

Mrs Bajpai took her permission to visit our house which she readily granted thinking that at least one time meal is saved.

Mrs. Bajpai asked me to write a letter to her distant cousin who lived quite a distance from our city and whom she had not seen for a long time.

Thankfully he came after some time and took her with her.

That was the last, no, after one month we got a letter from her informing us that she is happy.

Then we never heard from her. Our letters came back undelivered.

God knows what happened to so affectionate, always ready to help others, Mrs Bajpai.