Sharanyaa Tripathi

Drama Tragedy Others

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Sharanyaa Tripathi

Drama Tragedy Others

The Unforeseen

The Unforeseen

9 mins
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1. Hurtful


We generally experience many incidents which keep changing our feelings, our emotions and our thoughts towards others. I experienced many such incidents which I will be telling about in this book. This is all real and NOT fictional.


There are some people whom you're extremely connected to. I was extremely connected to my Nani (maternal grandma). She had tough days. When my mom was doing her MBA, my Nani had breast cancer. Luckily, she became a cancer survivor. But, apart from that, she had a lot of bad lucks, yet to come in her vault. She always fought. Her life was really perplexing to understand. She was always a lady who never complained. After cancer, she had atrocious events in her life. She fell near the dining table.


Alas! after this weepy incident, she had everything bad. She had epilepsy, also known as seizures, then ataxia, then parkin-son and finally left side paralysis. Sounds horrifying, doesn't it? You may not have heard the name have you eh? These are some unknown diseases. Grrr.. why did these have to capture my lovely Nani! Fate! Somethin' out of a persons' control. "Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara" is the phrase that stands true for my Nani. This means "You won't get to live your life again!" She didn't even get a chance to live her life.


All the "unwanted" things in her vault, why? Now comes something about which I don't wanna talk about. But for the sake of this book, I will be telling you about it. One dreadful, terrible, and unlucky evening, my Nani stopped responding and her blood pressure reached alert range. She wasn't able to reply to anybody. My mama (mother's real younger brother) called my mom. As my mom was preparing dinner for us, I picked up the call. My mama was uncontrollably crying. He was not in a condition to talk and said "Mummy is not responding, do something please!"


As I heard it, tears started flowing through my eyes. I somehow controlled myself and told the news to mom. It was a gloomy winter evening. My mom, without wearing a sweater or shawl hurried to her car and rushed to my Nani's society as she lived in the society opposite to ours. The 4 of them (my mom, my maternal grandpa or nana, my mama and their maid) took Nani to the hospital. My mom held Nani's hand firmly. She was pensive about thoughts that were roaming in her mind. Nani's hands were cold. As soon as they reached the first hospital, they immediately declared her dead.


The two siblings (my mom and mama) lashed out at the doctor. Nana remained silent as he was unable to believe what was happening. My nana is an excellent person, While Nani was in the bed, he used to change her clothes, clean her, and do everything. Great man my nana. At home, each breath of mine increased my tension and there, everyone shed a tear every second. There, they all went to another hospital. One doctor checked her, kept her on a ventilator and finally said his final word. She's no more. My dad also reached there and called my grandparents (paternal ones) as they lived with us. He apprised only my grandparents about what happened. I was not told the truth.


They said "She's still in the hospital and is trying to be cured" There were some thoughts with loads of codswallop. I thought this was some sort of "recovery" pain or something. I know it's gibberish. The next morning, I woke up in a tense mood, wondering about my Nani's condition. My dad just said on phone last night "She is like she was earlier" That was smart I know. In the morning, my dad came home as my mom reached my Maternal grandparent's society. He told me the truth. He took a deep breath and said "Sharanya, your nani is no more" I asked him whether he was joking or not. He said, "Why would I joke!" He seemed grumpy. I was still. I cried uncontrollably and then we reached Nani's house for the rituals.


I behaved mature and controlled myself. I simply went to a room and sat on the bed. My mama's 4-month daughter, Vedika was sleeping so I looked at her with tears in my eyes. She lost her dadi (paternal grandma) at such a young age! This is unfair god. The last response Nani gave was a smile to my mama. She died at the age of 63 on 15 Dec 2020. 


2. Lonely


Best friends become a very important part of your life. Sometimes, they become BFF's and sometimes you lose them. You can have many friends, but not all of them can be called best friends. Do not call anyone BFF, when they will not remain even your friends, you will be the one to feel lonely. You may grow with a friend and remain best friends till your old age. Feel fortunate to have such trustworthy friends. I had many best friends and I took long to develop a stronger friendship with them. You may be able to cognate with what happened with me. 


As we grow bigger, our priorities change. Our friends become an important part, especially when you're 10. I had 3 Best friends in order- Doyal Singh, Pakhi Vashishtha, and Shlok Sharma. My first best friend was Doyal. She was very protective for me. She used to fight with my other friends if they said anything to me! She was my most trustworthy friend mine. When we started 1st grade, she left the school as she moved to Jharkhand. I was not in a good mood for a month. I was disheartened. It's been 5 years, but we still message each other a little bit.


Soon, in second grade, I made another best friend, Pakhi. We fought with each other and for each other. We both became like sisters. She was never rude to me and always trusted me with her secrets. Even top ones. She is a really bright and intelligent girl, but her parents decided to change her school. I felt like I would never get a best friend again. 


3. Special


My mom has a younger brother named Utkarsh. He is a very hardworking man and is really dedicated to his work. On 17th July 2020, his daughter Vedika was born. When she was born, I became the happiest person on Earth. I am the youngest in my father's family, and earlier I used to be the youngest in my mother's family too. But, that day when my cousin Vedika was born, I became fortunate as I could now be called DIDI.


Parents, siblings, grandparents and other family members wait for a child to speak "Mumma" "Papa" "Bhaiya" "Didi" "Dada" "Dadi" "Nana" "Nani" I used to look at Vedu's (I call her Vedu) photo for hours and used to behold her. As she was born in Hyderabad, I hadn't met her. When she turned 3 months old, she came to Ghaziabad. Vedu's nana-nani live in Meerut and my nana in R.N. Extension.


When Vedu and her parents came to R.N. Extension, Nani was alive. It is really arduous to make Vedu come into your arms. But, wo any crying, she came into nani's arms. When vedu was not even 5 months old, nani died. I met her for the first time when she was 3 and a half months old. She started crying looking at me and mother. I visited her 5-6 times, and then finally, she came into my arms.


She is still in Ghaziabad but sadly she will go in about 2-3 months. Now, Vedu is an year old and plays with me. I am so happy as now she doesn't want to go from my arms and cries when I go back home. I am grateful to have such an innocent, cute and playful sister. She is the best gift of god. I love her to the moon and back and will continue to love her always. I want to play with her daily. One smile of hers is so cute. The radiance in her eyes, her sweet voice, the way she says "mumma" and "papa", OMG. This 1-year old child makes me feel the luckiest sister on earth. I feel special to have a sis like her. 


4. Proud


Since class 3rd, our school started organizing Olympiads. Their main motive was to prepare us for the next academic year. It helped us to go a step forward in achieving our endeavors. For my Olympiads, I prepared whole-heartedly. My mom holds a significant role in my success. She is the one who held my finger always and helped me cross the river of difficulties. My mom has always been a topper in her school and college years. She is a tuition teacher and does the work of transferring her knowledge to others. Because of her hard work, every year I am a rank holder in the Olympiads.


Like, sometimes in Olympiads questions from higher classes also come. When I was in grade 5, questions from grades 6, 7 and 8 also came in my syllabus. It was easy for me to do questions of grades 6 and 7, but not 8th. This year, it's even more difficult for me as this year syllabus from grades 7,8,9 and even 10th can come. I really hope that I secure a position this time as well.


My parents became proud as I used to stand with broad shoulders on the stage and when my name used to be taken and I used to be awarded, Snap! My dad used to click a picture. When I was in grade 3, I became the council body member. "Prefect" Sharanya. When I got the sash and most importantly my badge, I was so happy and I couldn't control my emotions. My parents gave me a warm hug and congratulated me.


But, in grade 4th, a the non-capable girl became the prefect. She was dumb and became the prefect. Probably her mom complained about me that why I became the prefect. When I was the prefect, everyone had ego clashes with me. No one used to behave well and I felt lonely. When the girl became the prefect in grade 4, everyone used to talk to her well and used to admire her, while my teacher used to scold that girl always as she was a real dumb.


She had her nose running always and had filthily-tied hair. I cried for hours and skipped lunch after coming from school as I worked really hard to become the prefect again. My mom said these are things for fame. Her words gave me the morale and I worked on my Olympiads and ignored what happened. I must tell you all, focus on your studies. I am not saying that you shouldn't participate in school opportunities and activities, but don't focus on them more than studies.


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