The son and daughter-in-law left their mother alone in her old age, but in God’s house, it was always late, but not cruel. What happened next serves as a mirror for today’s sons and daughters-in-law. No matter how broken a mother’s heart is, the flame of love and sacrifice always burns within. But when that love is rejected and insulted, the same mother teaches everyone a lesson that proves to be greater than God. To know the full story, be sure to watch the video to the end. But first, like the video, subscribe to the channel, and leave your name and your city’s name in the comments. Friends, in a narrow street in Prayagraj, Uttar Pradesh, stood a dilapidated old house. Sarla Devi lived alone in that house. Sarla Devi was 62 years old. The wrinkles on her face concealed the sorrows of the past, but her eyes still shone with love. Her husband had been gone for many years. The son and daughter-in-law lived in a good flat in the city. But instead of keeping their mother with them, they left her alone. Yet, Sarla Devi’s heart still beat for her grandchildren. Every afternoon, as soon as school was about to dismiss, she would stand at the door, always with two chocolates in her hand. Her eyes, yearning for her grandchildren, would repeatedly wander down the path where the children’s autorickshaws passed. That autorickshaw driver was Rajesh Mahato, a simple man of about 35 years. One day, Rajesh saw Sarla Devi walking to school, leaning on a stick, to see her children. She was drenched in sweat and tired, but her eyes were filled with the desire to catch a glimpse of her grandchildren. That day, Rajesh’s heart melted. He politely said, “Amma, don’t come so far every day. Tell me your address. I’ll stop here whenever I pick the children up from school.” From that day on, Rajesh drove his autorickshaw an extra two kilometers every day, just so that Sarla Devi could have the joy of meeting them. Whenever the children saw their grandmother, they would run and hug her. Sarla Devi’s face would light up. The peace that shone in her eyes often brought tears to Rajesh’s eyes. In fact, Rajesh had never experienced the love of his parents in his childhood. His parents had died long ago. An orphaned childhood followed by a struggle-filled youth was his life. So, when he saw Sarla Devi showering her grandchildren with affection, a deep sense of loss and pain would surface within him. But time never stays the same. One day,

Suddenly, the school holidays began. The children stopped coming. Sarla Devi was unaware of this. She would stand at the door as usual, chocolate in hand, her eyes constantly darting to the road. But the auto-rickshaw carrying the children would never arrive. One day, as Rajesh was passing by, he saw Sarla Devi standing at the door, impatiently gazing at the road. Rajesh stopped the auto-rickshaw and approached, asking, “Amma, why are you standing there?” Sarla Devi asked innocently, “Son, why didn’t you bring my children today?” It was getting late. Rajesh’s eyes filled with tears. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Amma, you’re naive too. Summer vacation has started. The kids won’t be back in school for a month.” Hearing this, Sarla Devi slapped her forehead and said, “Oh, what a fool I am. I’ve been worried for days.” Rajesh smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Amma. Come. I’ll sit with you inside the house today.” And this began a relationship that wasn’t blood-related, but would prove to be deeper than blood. Rajesh went inside the house with Sarla Devi that day. The small courtyard held earthen pots in a corner, and old utensils were neatly arranged on one side. Even though the house

It was a mess, but it reflected Sarla Devi’s hard work and affection. Sarla Devi said, “Son, sit down, I’ll make tea.” Rajesh tried to stop her, but she persisted. A short while later, she returned with two brass cups, the aroma of simmering tea wafting from them. A small plate with homemade pickles was also placed next to it. Rajesh took a bite, and as the pickles wafted across his tongue, his eyes lit up. “Amma, I’ve never eaten pickles like this. This truly embodies the love of home.” Sarla Devi said with a slight smile, “Son, this is my life’s support. I make pickles with my own hands, and the women in the neighborhood buy them. This money is used to pay for medicines and household expenses.” Hearing this, Rajesh’s heart swelled. He thought how bravely this woman was enduring everything alone. A dilapidated house on the outside, but a stone-like courage within. For a while, they both talked about their lives. Rajesh recounted how his parents left the world when he was a child, and how he faced every hardship alone. Hearing this, Sarla Devi’s eyes welled up. She said softly, “Son, those who have parents often don’t appreciate them, and those who don’t have them yearn for them all their lives.” These words pierced the silence of the room like an arrow. There were tears in both their eyes, but there was also a strange sense of belonging. Then Sarla Devi raised her head and said, “Look, Rajesh, God didn’t give you the love of a parent. And He separated me from my son, Bhu. Perhaps that’s why He brought us together.” Rajesh folded his hands and said, “Amma, I’ll never let you feel alone again. Whenever I have time, I’ll come and sit with you.” From that day on, their bond deepened. When Rajesh’s wife heard about his words, she said, “Next time, take me along.” I also want to meet that Amma. Gradually, Rajesh’s family also became attached to Sarla Devi. One Sunday afternoon, Rajesh arrived at Sarla Devi’s house with his wife, Reena, and their two children. Opening the door, Sarla Devi was astonished. Her eyes lit up with joy. “Oh, son, you’ve brought the whole family today!” Sarla Devi bent down and hugged the children. The children burst out laughing and ran around the courtyard. The house, which had been silent and silent until then, suddenly filled with the children’s chatter. Reena said simply, “Amma, today we’ll spend the whole day with you. I’ll even help with the housework.” Hearing this, Sarla Devi became emotional. While her son and daughter-in-law had taunted and neglected her, this unknown daughter-in-law, calling her Amma, made her feel at home. Reena had the entire house cleaned, laid new sheets on the broken cot, and hung small decorative calendars on the walls. Sarla Devi’s face glowed with pride and gratitude. That evening, when everyone sat down to eat, Sarla Devi served Rajesh’s children the same special pickle. The children ate it with relish and said, “Grandma, your pickle is so delicious. I’ll tell Papa to bring it every day.” Everyone laughed at this. But Sarla Devi’s eyes welled up. She thought to herself, “God took my family away from me but gave me a new one in return.” Time passed. Now Rajesh and Reena began visiting Sarla Devi several times a month. Reena often said, “Amma, don’t worry. You’re not alone. We are your own.” One day, some guests arrived at Rajesh’s house. Reena served Sarla Devi’s pickle with the food. The guests tasted it and were left speechless. Wow, we’ve never had such a wonderful pickle. Who made it? Rajesh smiled. “My mother made it.” Everyone praised it repeatedly. During the conversation, a guest, a prominent businessman in the city, said, “If this pickle is made on a large scale, it will take over the entire market.” Rajesh felt for the first time that Sarla Devi’s talent should not only reach his home but the entire world, and this was the beginning of a new journey. The businessman’s words resonated with Rajesh. The very next week, he told Sarla Devi his plan. “Amma, why don’t we make your pickle on a large scale? I know everyone will love its taste. Why should this talent remain confined to the four walls of this house?” Sarla Devi was stunned. “Son, I’m just an old woman. All these big tasks are beyond my capacity.” Rajesh said softly, “Amma, just give me your blessings. Reena and I will do the hard work. The businessmen will take care of the arrangements. You don’t need to go anywhere. You just need to explain the secret of the taste to us.” Sarla Devi thought for a while. Old taunts echoed in her eyes, memories of when her daughter-in-law used to call her useless and a burden. At that very moment, she decided that if she had talent, she should showcase it to the world. She nodded her head in agreement. Within a few months, the foundation of a small factory was laid. A business friend invested. Rajesh invested some savings from his auto-rickshaw earnings, and

Sarla Devi shared her pickle recipe. She personally inspected each batch, adjusting the salt and pepper. The workers began calling her Amma, and the taste of her pickles gradually became popular. When the first batch arrived in the market, shopkeepers were initially hesitant. But everyone who tasted it began ordering again. Gradually, demand grew so much that the factory had to double the number of workers. Now, Sarla Amma’s pickles had become famous not only in Prayagraj but also in the surrounding districts. Her smiling picture was printed on every box, and in the shops,

It would be decorated. People would say this pickle tastes like her mother’s. For the first time, Sarla Devi realized what a great gift life had given her. The skill she had once scorned at home had become her identity. Rajesh even had a poster of the pickle on the back of his car. Whenever he went out on the road, people would stop him and ask, “Where can I get this pickle?” Rajesh would proudly say, “This is my mother’s pickle. It’s available in every shop.” But fate had its way. One day, while Rajesh was returning from school, Sarla Devi’s daughter-in-law was passing by. Her eyes fell on the poster on the auto-rickshaw. A picture of a smiling Sarla Amma, and below it was written, “The taste of every home. Sarla Amma’s pickle.” She froze. Her face turned dark as she recognized the picture. “This is Amma!” In that moment, she remembered her own words. When she had said, “This old woman is of no use to us. Send her somewhere else.” Now, that same old woman had become the pride of the entire city. She remained silent for a few days, but her heart was simmering with jealousy. When her husband returned home that evening, she quickly told him everything. He, too, was stunned to see the poster. “So, Mother is now famous, and we thought she was a burden.” A pang of regret gripped both of them, but greed also rose. The husband said, “If we bring Mother back to us, all her earnings could be of use to us.” The very next week, the couple arrived at Sarala Amma’s factory. More than 200 people were working there. Everyone called her respectfully, “Amma.” Sitting among the workers, Sarala Amma’s face glowed with pride. As soon as her son, Bhu, saw her, they both wept and fell at her feet. “Amma, please forgive us. You have to come back to our home. We have committed a grave sin against you.” Sarala Amma took a deep breath. A strange bitterness and pain etched on her face. “When I was in your house, you considered me a burden,” she said. Today, when I’m being respected by the world, I remember you. Son, a mother’s heart is certainly soft, but disrespect turns it into stone. Now, I’m happy with this family of mine. Those who adopted me, for whom I am Amma.’ Her voice was firm, but tears welled in her eyes. Her son and daughter-in-law stood silently, heads bowed. Meanwhile, Rajesh arrived at the factory with a cake. All the workers loudly chanted, “Happy Birthday, Amma!” The entire hall erupted in applause. Son Bhu felt even more embarrassed by this scene, as he didn’t even know his mother’s birthday. Slowly, both of them quietly left. Sarla Amma, wiping away her tears, cut the cake and fed it to the workers. Rajesh and Reena, standing nearby, held her hand. Rajesh said, “Amma, now we are your family.” Sarla Amma, emotionally, said, “Yes, son, family is someone who stands by you in difficult times, not someone who abandons you in old age.” Friends, this story teaches us to never consider parents a burden. It is only with their blessings that life becomes beautiful. If you abandon them, even God abandons you. Now tell me, if you were in Sarla Amma’s place, would you have forgiven your son and daughter-in-law? Please leave your answer in the comments. If the video touched your heart, please like it. Subscribe to the channel Story by RK and share it with your friends. See you in the next video. Until then, be happy. Be with your loved ones. And understand the value of relationships. Jai Hind, Jai Bharat.