A young man studying medicine abroad returned to his country after completing his course and went to a large hotel for dinner. As soon as he entered, his eyes fell upon an elderly woman mopping the floor. Her face, her eyes, and her wrinkles were so similar to his grandmother’s that he froze for a moment. Approaching closer, he felt his legs tremble. He called out in a shaky voice, “Grandma!” Immediately, the old woman stopped, looked at him, dropped the mop, and stumbled to embrace him in her aged arms, bursting into tears as if all the pain of years had surged within her. The young man’s heart ached. But what happened next was a harsh truth about modern society that people often forget. To know the full story, please watch the video until the end. At the same time, please like the video and don’t forget to subscribe to the Story By BK channel to receive your support and give us more motivation. Friends, this is a true story from Muzaffarpur district, Bihar state. It’s the home of Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha, who are in their twilight years, their hands and feet trembling, their eyesight gradually declining, and they need someone to help them walk. They live with their son Vikram, daughter-in-law Neha, and their only grandson, Aniruddh. Aniruddh is studying medicine abroad. He is their beloved grandson, and when he was in the village, the house was always filled with joy. Mr. Prakash and Mrs. Sudha thought their little world would remain that way forever. But friends, times change, and as soon as Aniruddh went abroad, everything in this house changed. As the years passed, their strength gradually diminished, their bodies weakened, and illness began to knock on their door. Sometimes Prakash’s blood pressure would spike, other times Sudha’s blood sugar would rise. But their greatest suffering wasn’t their illnesses, but the attitude of their son and daughter-in-law, which now felt like a punishment. Their son, Vikram, no longer cared about his elderly parents. He was consumed by work day and night, while his daughter-in-law, Neha, only cared about her own comfort and enjoyment. Neighbors, witnessing Prakash Narayan and Sudha’s plight, felt sorry for them. These two old people had become strangers in their own home. Neha frequently served them leftover food. Just imagine, parents who once sacrificed sleep for their children, forgetting their own hunger to feed them, were now forced to eat stale bread. When Prakash Narayan complained to his son, Vikram, about this, Vikram became angry with his parents. He angrily shouted, “What work can you two do now that you expect to eat fresh food every meal? Eat whatever you have, I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Hearing these words, Prakash Narayan and Sudha’s hearts shattered. They returned to their small room, closed the door, held hands, and sobbed uncontrollably. They remembered the old days, when their son obeyed their every word, when their home was filled with love and respect, when smiles graced their faces every afternoon. But now, it was all just a dream.

Friends, when Aniruddh was still in the village, the lives of Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha still had a glimmer of hope. Aniruddh loved them unconditionally. He always cared for their every need, big and small. He bought medicine for them, used his pocket money to buy them fruit, and sometimes sat beside them at night listening to them recount old stories. He also advised his parents: “Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa are old now. Please take care of them, feed them well, and pay attention to their health.” His words had some effect. But now that Aniruddh is abroad, his son and daughter-in-law’s attitude has become increasingly rigid and cruel. They see Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha as a burden. Even their smallest needs have become a nuisance. If Mr. Prakash Narayan needed medicine, his daughter-in-law Neha would grumble, “He’s asking for medicine again. I wonder how much money you’ll waste this time.” If Mrs. Sudha spoke up, her son Vikram would use cold words to silence her. Their miserable life continued like this.

But then one morning, Mr. Prakash Narayan’s health suddenly deteriorated. He was breathing heavily, had chest pain, and was so weak he couldn’t get out of bed. Mrs. Sudha panicked. Trembling, she went to Vikram and said, “Son, your father’s condition is very bad. Take him to the hospital immediately, or something bad will happen.” But Vikram disregarded her words. He became angry and shouted, “Is this the only thing left for you? You work all day, exhausted, and you people always bring trouble. Taking him to the hospital will ruin your whole day. You take care of it yourselves.” After saying that, he left the room. He didn’t bother to ask about his father’s condition, nor did he give him a single penny. Prakash Narayan lay on the bed groaning, while Sudha wept at her husband’s plight. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness, pain, and a silent question: Had their son really changed so much? But Sudha didn’t give up. She helped Prakash Narayan up and said, “I’ll take you to the hospital myself. Our son may abandon us, but I won’t abandon you.” They tried to prepare. Sudha tied some money she had saved over the years to the hem of her old sari. She called a tricycle and took Prakash Narayan to the nearest public hospital in the village. The doctor examined Mr. Prakash Narayan and said in a serious tone, “His blood pressure is very high and his blood sugar is out of control. He needs to start taking medication immediately and get complete rest. If we’re not careful, his condition could worsen.” Mrs. Sudha tremblingly accepted the medicine and returned home with Mr. Prakash Narayan. But that day, fate seemed to be against them. On the way back, it suddenly started raining heavily. The rain poured down, as if the sky itself was weeping for their sorrow. They were sitting in a three-wheeled cart, but the muddy alleys of the village were impassable. The driver stopped and said, “Please get off. My cart can’t go any further. I have other passengers to pick up.” Mrs. Sudha clasped her hands together and pleaded, “Please wait a little longer. It’s raining so hard; if we get off now, we’ll get soaked and my husband’s condition will worsen. Just wait for the rain to stop for a little while and we’ll go.” But the driver’s heart remained unmoved. He said:

“Auntie, I have urgent business. If I wait here, I’ll lose my livelihood. Please get out of the car.” Reluctantly, they had to get out of the car in the pouring rain. Sudha held Prakash Narayan’s hand, using her sari to cover his head to keep him as dry as possible, then slowly walked along the muddy road towards home. Prakash Narayan’s body was weak, his legs trembling. But Sudha supported him every step of the way. Raindrops fell on their faces, mingling with their tears. Just then, Vikram and Neha came out of the house and witnessed this scene. Neha said sarcastically, “Look, they’ve tarnished our honor. At this age, they have no shame. What will the neighbors say about our parents wandering around in the rain like this?” Hearing this, Vikram’s anger flared up. As soon as Prakash Narayan and Sudha arrived home, soaking wet and shivering, Vikram scolded them: “At this age, you’re still thinking of doing this? Going out for a walk? Walking in the rain like this? Aren’t you ashamed?” Sudha, weeping, replied, “Son, your father’s condition is not good. You refused to take him to the hospital. If I hadn’t helped him through the rain, he would have fallen in the mud. How could I have abandoned him?” But Vikram’s heart remained hardened. He glared at them and went inside. Prakash Narayan and Sudha returned to their room, changed their wet clothes, looked at each other, and burst into tears again. They remembered their grandson, Aniruddh, who had always been their support in every difficulty. They thought, if only Aniruddh were here, he would never have let them fall into this situation.

Gradually, evening fell. Silence filled the house. Neha said to Vikram, “This can’t go on like this. We have to do something about them. They always embarrass us. The neighbors will laugh at us for not taking care of our parents.” Vikram devised a dangerous plan. He told Neha, “Don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll sort things out for them. Then we won’t be bothered anymore.” Neha agreed.

The next morning, Vikram said to Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha in a caring tone, “Mother, Father, your health is always precarious. Today I’ll take you to a large hospital in the city. You’ll receive better treatment there. You might have to stay for a few days, so please bring some clothes and necessary items.” Hearing this, Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha were slightly surprised. They thought perhaps their son had realized his mistake. They happily prepared their belongings. Sudha packed a few old saris and two sets of clothes for Prakash Narayan into a small bag. A glimmer of hope flickered across their faces that everything would be alright. Then Vikram took them away from the village. He took them to the train station, boarded the train to Delhi, and sat with them. Along the way, he chatted kindly to avoid arousing their suspicion. In Delhi, he led them to a large hospital. There stood an ancient banyan tree, beneath which lay a stone platform. Vikram led them to the platform and said, “Mother, Father, sit here and rest for a while. I’ll go inside and talk to the doctor and then come back. After that, we’ll treat you.” Prakash Narayan and Sudha obeyed. They sat on the platform, their bags beside them, and waited for their son. But, my friends, the wait never ended. Hours passed, the sun set, twilight fell, and night descended. But Vikram did not return. Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha initially thought he might be late. But as the night deepened, their fear grew. Finally, Mrs. Sudha, trembling, said to Mr. Prakash Narayan, “It seems our son has abandoned us here.” Hearing this, Mr. Prakash Narayan’s eyes welled up with tears. He said, “Sudha, did we raise our son only to wait for this day?” They both sat on the stone platform, sobbing uncontrollably. They had no money, no one to rely on. The meager sum Mrs. Sudha had tied to her sari had been spent on the journey. They were alone in this big city, where they knew no one and had no one to help them.

But Sudha didn’t give up. She held Prakash Narayan’s hand and said, “We won’t die. I’ll find work. We’ll make our own way.” She went to a small hotel nearby. There, she clasped her hands and begged the owner, “My dear, please give me some work. I’ll wash dishes, sweep, and mop floors. In return, just give us some food. My husband is sick. We have no one else in the world.” The hotel owner was a kind man. He agreed to Sudha’s request and gave her work. Now, Sudha works all day in the hotel, washing dishes, mopping floors, and bringing back leftover food for herself and Prakash Narayan. Prakash Narayan sits all day in a chair in a corner of the hotel. His condition doesn’t allow him to move around much. At night, when the hotel closed, Mrs. Sudha said to the owner, “My dear, if you don’t mind, could we sleep here? We have nowhere else to go.” The hotel owner agreed. Now, the two of them spread a thin blanket on the hotel floor and slept. But every night, they cursed their son and daughter-in-law. They remembered their grandson Aniruddh and thought, “If only Aniruddh were here, he would never have let us fall into this situation.” Tears silently fell from their eyes, and then they drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, abroad, Aniruddh had completed his medical studies. He called his parents and said, “Mom, Dad, I’ve finished my course. I’ll be returning to India soon. I have an interview at a major hospital in Delhi. But first, let me talk to you both. It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to you.” Vikram lied, “Son, your grandparents are on a pilgrimage. There’s no phone signal where they’re staying. Just come to Delhi. We’ll talk later.” Aniruddh felt a little strange, but didn’t ask any further questions. He packed his bags and set off for India. He landed at Delhi airport, took a taxi to the hospital where the interview was scheduled. The interview went well. When he got outside, he felt hungry. Nearby was the hotel where Sudha worked. Aniruddh thought, “Well, I’ll grab a bite to eat here.” As soon as he entered the hotel, his eyes met those of an elderly woman mopping the floor. Her face felt familiar. He tried to think, and suddenly his heart raced. This old woman looked so much like his grandmother Sudha. At first, he thought, “No, this must be a hallucination. Grandma is on a pilgrimage. How could she be here?” But then he mustered up the courage to approach. As soon as he got closer, he was certain. He called out, “Grandma!” Sudha heard the call, looked up, and saw her grandson Aniruddh standing before her. Her eyes welled up with tears. She put down the mop, stood up, and hugged Aniruddh tightly. They both sobbed uncontrollably. Prakash Narayan was also sitting nearby. Aniruddh saw him and ran to hug his legs. “Grandpa, why are you here?” he asked in a trembling voice. Sudha and Prakash Narayan recounted the whole story to him: how Vikram had tricked them into coming to Delhi under the pretext of medical treatment and then abandoned them, how they had become homeless, and now they had to work in this hotel to make a living. Aniruddh’s blood boiled. His eyes turned red with anger. He hugged his grandparents tightly and said, “Don’t worry, Grandma and Grandpa. I’m here now. I won’t leave you in this situation.” He immediately rented a small house in Delhi, moved his grandparents there, and hired two servants to look after them: a cook and a maid. Then he told them, “Grandpa, Grandma, please rest here. I’m going out for a bit; I have something to take care of.” Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha felt somewhat relieved. They thought that now that their beloved grandson was around, everything would be alright.

Then Aniruddh returned to the village. Vikram and Neha were overjoyed to see him. “Oh, our son is back!” Neha cooked delicious dishes. That evening, the whole family ate dinner together. During the meal, Aniruddh said, “Mom, Dad, I’ve found a good job abroad. I’ll earn a lot of money there. But I can’t leave you here alone. Please come with me.” Vikram and Neha were delighted. Then Aniruddh said, “Mom, Dad, let’s pack. Tomorrow we’re flying abroad from Delhi.” They quickly packed their belongings. They put the little money they had into a bag. On the way, Vikram gave the bag to Aniruddh and said, “Son, hold onto this. It would be troublesome if we lost it.” Aniruddh took them to Delhi airport. Upon arrival, he said, “Mom, Dad, please wait here for a moment. I’ll go check in and come back.” He went inside but came out through a different gate and returned to his grandparents. Vikram and Neha waited for him. Hours passed, but Aniruddh didn’t return. His phone was also switched off. Finally, they realized Aniruddh had abandoned them. They had no money, no support. They sat helplessly in the vast airport and wept.

Meanwhile, a few hours later, Aniruddh brought his grandparents back to the airport. Vikram and Neha were still there. Aniruddh approached them and said, “Mom, Dad, I’m doing to you what you did to Grandma and Grandpa. Do you understand Grandma and Grandpa’s pain now?” Vikram and Neha felt ashamed. Vikram wept, kneeling and hugging his parents, Prakash Narayan and Sudha, saying, “Mom, Dad, please forgive me. I made a terrible mistake.” Prakash Narayan and Sudha forgave him, because despite their suffering, parents could forget their own pain for the sake of their children’s happiness. Finally, the whole family was reunited and lived together.

Friends, Aniruddh taught his parents a lesson and gave them the respect they deserved. This story teaches us to respect our loved ones. Otherwise, one day you too may have to suffer the consequences of your actions. But please tell me, did Aniruddh do the right thing? How should Vikram and Neha be punished? And is the suffering of Mr. Prakash Narayan and Mrs. Sudha a reflection of today’s society? Please share your opinions, and if you enjoyed the story, please bless us. Don’t forget to like the video and subscribe to the Story By BK channel. See you in the next video. Jai Hind, Jai Bharat!