Mom gets her home

Lalit Modi narrates how his mother got her desire for a permanent home fulfilled thanks to the abusive diatribe of a mentally ill woman!

- Lalit Modi

My mom was a typical homemaker. In fact, she preferred to be a housewife and took pride in being one. Unlike the kitty party types, here was a noble lady, passionate about family values, who stayed out of the limelight. Her world comprised my dad, my brother, and me. Giving no room for complaints on the domestic front, she executed her household duties with passion and dedication. She hardly stirred out of the house except to buy requirements to keep us self-sufficient. She went about her housekeeping chores with incredible grace and dignity, while her humility endeared her to one and all. Possessing a frail frame and a soft voice, she was ever gentle and never spoke a harsh word to anyone. She would never, ever harm an ant or even a mosquito. She was religious and always grateful to the Almighty for His kindness.

My dad was a hard-working individual, employed in a private company. He could not afford comforts and luxuries but provided us with the necessities of life. However, his monetary constraints prevented him from providing us with a shelter of our own, and we had to live in rented houses for many years. But rented accommodations were not permanent as the landlords made us vacate their houses on some or the other pretext. We would protest when the time came to move, but Mom would pacify us and ask us to pack. We loved her too much and always relented, though shifting every two to three years was arduous and annoying. Considering the travails of our parents, we accepted the situation with a mature understanding and moved on.

Time flew by, and my brother and I completed our education. We also got decent jobs and being the eldest son, I got married too.