A mother and son were organizing a community feast (bhandara). A long line had formed in the temple courtyard. Some stood for hot food, while others waited to receive clothes. The sunlight was mild, but the atmosphere held a strange blend of liveliness and devotion. Sunita Devi and her son Vinay were together handing out clothes to each poor person. Along with it, they also gave blessings. They moved forward through the crowd. Suddenly, Sunita Devi’s gaze fell on a woman. She stood with a cloth bag held out, head bowed. Her face was half-hidden in the sunlight, but her tired eyes and trembling hands were saying a lot. Sunita Devi looked closely and recognized her in an instant. It was her own daughter-in-law, Aarti. Time seemed to stand still. A faint but sharp smile appeared on Sunita Devi’s lips. It was as if a wound inflicted years ago was standing before her today. The moment Aarti saw her mother-in-law, her face turned pale. Her breathing quickened, and she let go of the cloth and fell straight at her mother-in-law’s feet. In a voice choked with tears, she said, “Mother, please forgive me.”

But what had happened that Aarti, who was once the mistress of the house, was standing in the line for the poor today? Sunita Devi lived in Rajnagar, Gujarat, with her son Vinay and daughter-in-law Aarti. Vinay loved his mother dearly, but Aarti’s behavior towards her mother-in-law was not good. As long as Vinay was at home, Aarti would speak sweetly. But as soon as he left, her face and tone would both change. She would make her mother-in-law do all the heavy work, and if Sunita Devi said out of fatigue that she was getting old, Aarti would say coldly, “If you won’t work, then arrange your own food. And don’t tell your son, otherwise I will leave this house and your son will be left alone.” These words were like a knife to Sunita Devi. But to save her son’s home, she remained silent. Sometimes, sitting in her room, she would look at her husband’s photo and remember when Vinay was just 5 years old and she became a widow at the age of 25. She had resolved then that no matter how difficult, she would raise her son herself.

But as time passed, Vinay’s small business wasn’t doing well. Daily expenses were increasing, and profits were dwindling. One day, an old friend told him, “Vinay, this business does very well abroad. If you go there and start, you can earn much more than here. Just work hard for a few years, then life will be set.” Vinay fell into thought after hearing this. That night, he went to his mother and said, “Mother, things aren’t good here. I’m thinking of going abroad for a few years. I’ll start a business there. I’ll earn more money, and then we can build a good house and a comfortable life for ourselves.”

Several questions arose in Sunita Devi’s mind. She knew living in a foreign land wasn’t easy. But seeing the spark and hope in her son’s eyes, she took a deep breath and said, “If you think this is right, then go, son. May God bless you.”

Within a few weeks, all the paperwork was completed, and Vinay went abroad. In the beginning, he called daily. Mother and son would talk for a long time. But as days passed, the atmosphere at home began to change. Aarti now had an open opportunity. One day, she called her mother and said laughing, “Now that Vinay is gone, I’ll make my mother-in-law work a lot and also earn money from her.” Her mother also laughed and said, “Your mother-in-law used to work in people’s houses before. She can do it now too. Take advantage of this opportunity. When the son isn’t here, who will tell him?”

The very next day, Aarti said to Sunita Devi, “Mother-in-law, you’ll have to go out to work again. Vinay’s business is in trouble there. We need money desperately.” Sunita Devi said in a trembling voice, “Daughter, I’m old now. I get breathless easily. I can’t do heavy work like before.” But Aarti struck straight at her emotions. “This is for your only son. It’s to save his home. If you don’t help, who knows what will happen?” The mother’s heart melted. She thought if her hard work could be a support for her son, why not do it. And so, years later, she started going to work in other people’s houses again.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before they knew it, a year had passed. Sunita Devi would get up before dawn every morning. Silently, she would put on old clothes and leave for work. Whether it was the biting cold of winter or the scorching summer sun, heavy raindrops or strong winds, she never dared to take a day off. She worked in three houses a day. Sweeping and mopping somewhere, doing dishes somewhere, washing clothes somewhere else. The skin on her hands had become rough. Old cuts and burn marks had appeared on her fingers. Climbing stairs made her breathless. But her daughter-in-law’s words echoed in her ears: “This is for your son. It’s to save his home.” And she would push herself forward again. Every month, the little money she received, she would give to her daughter-in-law without keeping a single rupee for herself. On the phone with Vinay, she would only say, “Son, everything is fine here. Take care of yourself.” Aarti would do the rest of the talking, making Vinay believe that his mother didn’t need anything and that any shortage of money was being covered by her own mother’s pension.

But internally, Sunita Devi’s body was exhausted. One day came when, while working, her breathing became so labored that she had to sit down on a chair right there. The nearby employer gave her a glass of water and said, “Grandma, at your age you should be resting. Why are you doing all this?” Sunita Devi just gave a faint smile and said, “Son, this is my compulsion.”

That day, returning home, she thought, if only she could tell Vinay the truth. But remembering her daughter-in-law’s threat, she fell silent.

Then, one morning, fate took a turn. Sunita Devi left for work as usual. But shortly after leaving home, she remembered that she had left her glasses on the table. She hurried back, and as she reached near the door, she heard Aarti’s loud laughter and her mother’s voice from inside. Aarti was saying, “Oh, the old lady is doing quite well. I’m just relaxing. And listen, Vinay doesn’t even know that his business is doing very well there. I’ve told him we’re short of money here so that I can send my mother-in-law to work and relax myself.”

Sunita Devi’s heart felt as if it had been gripped in a fist. Her eyes filled with tears. Her hands began to tremble. A year of hard work, a year of sacrifice – all was based on a lie. She opened the door and went straight inside. Her voice was trembling, but her words were sharp. “Aarti, if my son didn’t need money, why did you send me out as a maid? Aren’t you ashamed at all?”

Aarti was first startled. Then, in a cold tone, she said, “If you tell Vinay this, I will leave this house and your son will be left alone. It’s best you just keep working quietly.”

Sunita Devi said in a choked voice, “Daughter, I have asthma. I can’t do this heavy work every day.” Aarti said with a crooked smile on her lips, “There’s still a lot of life in your bones. Anyway, you have to die someday. Keep working till then.”

Tears streamed from Sunita Devi’s eyes. She felt that now she wasn’t just tired; she was broken inside. But arguing with her daughter-in-law was pointless. Out of compulsion, she left for work again the next day.

Meanwhile, in the flat where she worked, a young man living next door said, “Grandma, if you have time, could you also cook for me? I live alone. Can’t cook for myself.” At first, Sunita Devi refused, but his loneliness and respectful tone changed her mind. Now she started going to his house daily to cook. That young man respected her a lot and often talked to her while she worked.

One day, while cooking, her gaze fell on the phone lying on the table. A call was coming, and there was a photo on the screen. It was her own son, Vinay. Sunita Devi’s hand stopped working. She immediately asked, “Son, why is this photo on your phone?” The young man smiled and said, “Grandma, this is our supplier. Sends goods from abroad.” Hearing this, Sunita Devi’s tears overflowed. The young man asked in surprise, “Grandma, do you know him?” And that day, she told him all the pain held in her chest, the whole truth of the year, every trick of her daughter-in-law – everything.

The young man listened to Sunita Devi’s entire story, and his face turned red with anger. He remained silent for a few moments. Then he said, “Grandma, this is very wrong. I know your son. He is a good person. If he finds out his mother is in this condition, he won’t sit peacefully for a moment.”

Sunita Devi said, shaking her head, “No, son, Aarti threatens that if I say anything, she will leave the house. And I don’t want Vinay’s home to break.”

The young man said in a firm voice, “Grandma, a home isn’t one with four walls standing. A home is where parents are given respect and love. And if someone doesn’t do that, there’s no point in saving such a home.” Sunita Devi’s eyes filled with tears. She quietly sat down on a chair.

The young man said softly, “No matter how much you refuse, I will tell your son. And if he is truly a good son, he will get you out of this condition and take you with him.” He made a video call to Vinay right then. As soon as Vinay’s face appeared on the screen, the young man said, “Brother Vinay, first see your mother, then listen to her.”

On the other side of the camera, Vinay’s eyes widened. Seeing his mother tired, with a bent back, weak hands, and moisture in her eyes, his heart sank. In a trembling voice, he said, “Mother, how did you get into this state? You were enduring all this alone and didn’t tell me anything?”

Sunita Devi, wiping her tears, said, “Son, Aarti said that if I told you anything, she would leave, and your life would be ruined. So I remained silent.”

Vinay’s eyes turned red. His jaw tightened. “The person who brought you to this state will have to answer now. I’m coming.” He said to the young man, “Brother, I’ll keep Grandma with me until you arrive.”

Vinay nodded and said, “Two days. I’ll be there in just two days.” He immediately started winding up his work. The glamour of abroad, money, business – he left everything behind. Only one thought was in his mind: “My mother raised me in her lap, and I left her alone. I won’t stay away for a moment now.”

Two days later, a taxi was slowly passing through the lanes of Rajnagar. Vinay’s heart was pounding. His eyes kept welling up. As soon as the taxi stopped in front of the building where his mother was working, he quickly got out and climbed the stairs with brisk steps. The moment he reached the door, his mother saw him, and in the next instant, it was as if years of pain came out in one burst. She melted into her son’s arms. Vinay also couldn’t control himself. Holding his mother tight, he started crying. “Mother, I made a huge mistake. I left you alone, and you endured everything.”

Sunita Devi patted his back and said, “Son, whatever you do now, think carefully. Breaking a home is easy; mending it is difficult.”

But Vinay’s anger wouldn’t cool down. He held his mother’s hand and said, “Now let’s go home. Today, the truth will be confronted.”

A little while later, both were standing at the door of their house. Inside, Aarti was sitting on the sofa, and as soon as she saw Vinay, a fake smile appeared on her face. “Oh, you’re back! How was the business going?”

Vinay said in a cold tone, “The business was going very well. But your trade is now over.” The color drained from Aarti’s face. “What do you mean?”

Vinay said, looking straight into her eyes, “It means your tricks, your lies, your cruelty – I know everything now. You kept my mother as a maid for a year and told me we were short of money. Now you’ll have to answer.”

Aarti’s lips began to tremble. “I… I will change. Just give me one chance.”

Vinay said in a stern voice, “Apology means nothing from you. But if my mother forgives you, I won’t say anything either.” Silence spread in the room. Now the decision was in the mother’s hands.

Aarti fell at Sunita Devi’s feet. Tears were continuously flowing from her eyes. In a trembling voice, she said, “Mother-in-law, I made a mistake. Out of greed and listening to my mother’s words, I caused you a lot of pain. I know I broke your heart. But please give me one more chance. I will truly change.”

Sunita Devi made her get up. She looked straight into her eyes and said in a soft but firm voice, “Aarti, the pain you caused me, you probably will never understand. But if you truly admit your mistake and want to change, then I forgive you. Mistakes are human, but admitting and correcting them is humanity.”

Vinay looked at his mother. “Mother, do you really want to forgive her? After the way she tormented you for a year?”

Sunita Devi took a deep breath and said, “Son, homes aren’t built by taking revenge. They are saved by forgiving. If we don’t give her a chance to improve, she never will. But if she does the same again, remember, I will never forgive her.”

Vinay agreed with his mother. But he clearly told Aarti, “If you ever hurt my mother again, that day the door of this house will be closed to you forever.”

After that day, the atmosphere at home began to change. Aarti genuinely tried to change herself. She started respecting her mother-in-law. She started doing housework with her own hands, and slowly, the distance between mother, son, and daughter-in-law began to lessen. Vinay also decided that he would never leave his mother alone to go abroad again. He started managing his business from here itself, so he could be in front of his mother’s eyes and give her the peace she deserved for years.

With time, the cracks in the relationships in this home began to mend. But the pain of that day, that lesson, was permanently etched in the hearts of all three.

And friends, this story teaches us that respecting parents is not just a duty but a debt that we can never repay even in a whole lifetime. And if someone makes a mistake, admitting it and changing is the greatest reform. Because forgiveness doesn’t just free the other person; it frees oneself too.

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We’ll meet again in the next story with a new relationship, a new lesson, and a new beginning. Jai Hind, Jai Bharat.