I don't want to wake up, yesterday only I slept crying and phone cried me again,I put on t-shirt picked up bike's key,somehow I told to grandma about the incident,grandfather put forward his kercheif to
wipe those continuous flowing tears.
"Steven Johnson" the Wikipedia page was opend on my mobile that was the syndrome by which my mamaji had been suffering for a week, yesterday only I came to know about it.
I closed the page, I was not excited about the boat to come this side of the river, in childhood my mammi's brother and I used to come by bus to that side of river my mamaji waited for us at the other side, bridge is under construction, will it help me in forgetting mama's waiting.
A village at the outskirt place at the bank of the river Narmada there are hardly 13-14 houses every man of the villgae was sitting quit out of my nanaji's home,
I entered, first time in my life I saw nanaji crying and up to that excited another three mamaji was not in the condition that they can handlf anyone when entered furtqer a bunch of women crying all toghether my mamaji in center keeping a one and half year's old child in her hand and three girls a 9 year's old vaisali eldest in them.
Raja the one and half years old was laughing now.We all cousins were watching them quitly all three girls were making him laugh we all were there at the place where cows are kept sometime
sound of mamiji's crying was coming vaisali started clapping to nullify that sound and than an increasing sound ambulance came.
Vaisali instructed everyone not to go there, I just come, taking water after two minutes she came back taking so much water in her eyes but she didn't share it to anyone but sipped by herself.
She took out tiffen out of her bag and fed all of them. Being so much small in size this village had produced doctors, engineers all are which working in metros.
Till four for days villagers thought it is the outbreak of deity and last three days he spent in hospital his whole skin had turned black like burning, it was the reaction of antibodies, what kind of? noone knew.
after three days when I was coming back vaisali asked are you really going? My yes created the reply aray yaar.
She had proved why mamaji had kept her name "Vaisali''.
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