If you are going to be like "Oh it's another brother story". NO. A thorough uneducated gentleman who was a man Friday, he worked joyfully ceaselessly irrespective of Sundays. Always clad in white pyjamas and a blue toned white shirt, his wrinkled smile and deep eyes had a long story to tell when I met him few years ago for the first time. I soon got that incredible journey covered within a very short period of our association. Connection, it is and that doesn't need hours and years of engagement or investment as many claim these days. When there is truth, it just imprints.
Bhaiyya, not mentioning his name or showing him off in his humble picture, with all due respect to his preferred nature of subtle modesty, had an even subtler sensitivity to life around him. He has roughed through his life like many others and you can imagine the picture so, as difficult as you can make it. BUT, picture a person doing it with such gratitude and not a qualm and he always looked up the sky humbly.
Pain can get most of them wounded. Here was one totally wise and not even touched by the glare of 'ya, I know'. His children today are confident and well settled and thankfully wear a shade of his benevolence and humility. His genuine association with his employers has his phone being jammed for a caring chit chat every now and then by them even now and vice versa too. This is the kind of quality that most organisations spend hell a lot of time and money to get the crux into their folks.
Bhaiyya is round built which he constantly frets upon despite his hard toil and is happily salt haired. His journey continues as this 60 plus aged gentleman doesn't retire from life. And I am so fortunate to have this gem of a father figure who my dear father adores too. At this moment I involuntarily gently recall one moment when I was a happy lone traveler in a train getting off at a station in the wee hours of the morning. The phone beep silenced immediately to his call ' 'pahunch Gaye ho ma'am?' my luggage just dropped to wipe a running tear at the corner of my eye. Love and respect to dear Bhaiyya!
Real people do exist.
