The son left his elderly mother at Baidyanath Dham on the pretext of a pilgrimage, but God’s house was always delayed, but never wrong.
The mother who had sacrificed her entire life for her son, the same son, one day, took her to Vaidyanath Dham in Deoghar on the pretext of a pilgrimage, and then did something that even humanity was ashamed of. Savitri Devi had devoted everything to raising her son Rohit. She sacrificed her hunger, her sleep, and all her dreams so that her son could fulfill them. She worked as a farm laborer, paid for his fees, and despite living in tattered clothes, she dressed him well. The mother’s heart held only one dream: that her son should become a great man, and indeed, Rohit did become one.
But as Rohit grew up, gained wealth and fame, his mother gradually became a burden to him. His wife, Reena, who lived in the city, often remarked, “The house is small, the expenses are huge, and on top of that, your mother. How long will we continue to bear these burdens?” Rohit would sometimes remain silent, sometimes with mild anger, “Mom, you should be a little careful, why do you get sick all the time?” Savitri listened, but never complained. For her, the threshold of her son’s house was like a temple. As the days passed, Reena’s taunts slowly took root in Rohit’s heart. He began to think. Reena was right. Mother had become a burden. If she were not there, there would be peace in the house. And then one day, he decided he had to get rid of her. But it wasn’t easy. Casting out his mother from the village wouldn’t be seen as good in the eyes of others. So, he devised a plan. He told his mother, “Mother, the time has come to fulfill your long-cherished wish. I will take you to visit Baba Vaidyanath Dham.” Hearing this, Savitri’s eyes welled with tears. She held her son’s face and blessed him, “May Bholenath bless you, son.” You have fulfilled the biggest dream of my life. Overnight, she had taken out her best sari and kept it. In the bundle, she kept old bel leaves, some rice, and the garland she had been meaning to offer to God for years. This was the only thought on her lips: I will go to the court of Bholenath. My life will be successful. Getting into the car in the morning, Savitri looked up at the sky and muttered, “Thank you, Bholenath. You heard me.” All the way, she excitedly chatted with her son. “When you had a high fever as a child, I made a vow that if Bholenath cured you, I would take you to Deoghar. Today, you are taking me. This is your upbringing.” Rohit just smiled. He knew his mother’s happiness was momentary, because he had other plans. As soon as they entered Deoghar, the atmosphere changed. Chants of “Bol Bam” filled the streets, shops lined with bel leaves and prasad, and temple bells rang. Savitri’s eyes filled with tears. With folded hands, she said, “Bholenath, today my penance is complete.” But little did she know that this journey, which she had considered the greatest blessing of her life, would become the greatest pain of her life. As Savitri Devi gazed at the peak of Baba Vaidyanath Dham from a distance, her legs trembled. Her eyes filled with tears, and her lips began to murmur, “Bholenath, today you have finally called me to your shelter.” She wiped her tears with her pallu and, holding her son Rohit’s hand, said, “Son, because of you my life has been successful. This is a dream I could never have imagined.” Rohit simply smiled slightly. Deep inside, he knew that his mother’s innocent joy would only last for a few moments. His wife Reena’s taunts had hardened his heart so much that even the sparkle in her mother’s eyes seemed like a burden. Reaching the temple complex, Savitri, like a child, began to look around like a child amidst the crowd. She stopped at the Belpatra shops, picked up small bottles of Ganga water, and, looking at each devotee, exclaimed, “How blessed this place is. Today my soul is satisfied.” The crowd was huge. So Rohit said to his mother, “Mother, please sit here on the steps of this rest house. I’ll bring you the prasad and the puja slips. You’ll get tired in the crowd.” Savitri Devi blindly believed her son. She slowly sat down on the steps, folded her hands and looked towards the temple. A contented expression appeared on her face, and faith in her eyes. She said to herself, “Baba, I’ll keep chanting your name until my son returns.” But time passed. Half an hour, then an hour, then two. The sun began to set, but Rohit still hadn’t returned. Savitri Devi looked around restlessly. She saw her son’s face in every passing face. Sometimes a young man would pass by, and she would think, “This must be my Rohit.” But each time, her hopes were dashed. Slowly, a spark of doubt arose in her heart. Could Rohit have abandoned her? The thought sent shivers through her entire body. But the next moment, she calmed herself down. “No, my son couldn’t do this. I raised him with my blood.” How could he leave me alone? Night had fallen. Lamps lit up on the temple’s summit. Devotees began to return. Savitri Devi, still exhausted, sat on the stairs. Her stomach burned with hunger. Her feet were numb. But her heart was stuck on one thing: My son will come. He will definitely come. Someone came and asked, “Mother, where have you come from? Why are you sitting alone?” Savitri Devi said in a trembling voice, “My son has gone to get the prasad. He will be back soon.” But that night, the son never came. The crowd dispersed. Silence fell outside the temple. Savitri Devi’s heart now understood. Her son had left her. But a mother’s heart was strange.

It happens. Even in the face of obvious betrayal, she continues to pray for her son. “Bholenath, may my Rohit be happy wherever he is. If he considered me a burden, then perhaps that was my fate.” Through tears, she looked up at the peak of Baba Dham and softly said, “Now my life is in your hands, Bhole.” The night in Deoghar was unusually cold that day. The crowd outside the temple complex had slowly thinned out. Devotees who had come from far and wide were returning to their destinations. The ringing of the bells had stopped, and a strange silence had filled the air. Sitting on the stairs, Savitri Devi now resembled a stone statue. Tears had dried from her eyes. Her throat was hoarse, and only one question kept coming to her mind: “Has my son really left me?” But as the night deepened, this thought, perhaps, began to shatter her heart like glass, bleeding. Slowly, only the stray dogs on the temple steps, some beggars sitting around a bonfire in the distance, and the occasional soft voice of the priest remained. Exhausted, Savitri lay down on the temple steps. Looking up at the sky, she said, “Bholenath, when I gave birth to Rohit, I never imagined that one day his love would end like this, but I will not leave you. If my son won’t support me, you are my only support now.” At three in the night, someone gently touched her pallu. “Mother, why are you sitting here alone?” The voice belonged to a temple priest returning to his room late at night. Savitri said tremblingly, “My son has gone to get the prasad. He will be back soon.” The priest saw her condition and immediately understood that this was no ordinary situation. Just then, Meera, a social worker standing nearby, happened to pass by. Seeing the tears flowing from the old mother’s eyes and trembling hands, her heart melted. Meera gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Mother, don’t worry. No one leaves anyone alone here. Humanity still lives in the city of Baba Vaidyanath. Hearing these words, Savitri burst into tears. For the first time, she felt that even among strangers, there could be someone close. Meera supported her and, with the priest, took her to her small home. There, they were given food and water. Savitri would break down and cry as she ate. “Until now, I was content just feeding my son. Today, for the first time, strangers are feeding me.” That night, she tossed and turned, thinking this. “The son I spent my life raising has abandoned me. But perhaps God wanted me to stand on my own two feet now, not dependent on anyone else.” As the first rays of dawn turned the sky of Deoghar golden, Savitri Devi sat in the courtyard of Meera’s small home. The fatigue and tears of the previous night had reddened her eyes. But somewhere in her heart, a new resolve had also been born. Meera sat beside her and said, “Mother, life doesn’t stop with just one person, the one you considered your everything. He abandoned you. Now God has sent you here to show you another path.” Savitri Devi looked at her. Her face was filled with grievances, but a firmness shone through within. She said softly, “Daughter, to tell you the truth, I don’t want to be a burden on anyone anymore. I want to earn my living with my own hands. May God’s name be with me.” This was the beginning of her new journey. Meera and the priest together found her a small space outside the temple. Armed with an old basket and some flowers, Savitri began selling flowers at Baba Vaidyanath’s doorstep. Her hesitation was evident on the very first day. With trembling hands, she would arrange bael leaves and garlands of flowers and tell devotees to buy bael leaves for Baba. He would bless them. People would stop, seeing the innocence on her face and the sincerity in her eyes. Some would take flowers from her, while others, without taking any, would touch her feet and ask for her blessings. Gradually, word spread among the devotees. Take flowers from Mother. You will receive her blessings. Days passed. Her small business began to flourish. Her shop first grew from a basket to a small table. Then it began to take shape. Now Savitri Devi arranged the flowers herself every morning. She would put on clean clothes and sit in the shop. The shadow of sadness on her face was slowly fading. One day, Meera laughed and said, “Mother, look what a great gift Baba has given you. The one who abandoned you could never have imagined that you would one day become so strong.” Savitri’s eyes filled with tears. She looked up at the sky and muttered, “You’re right, daughter. My son considered me a burden. But Baba supported me. Now these flowers are my life. And this is my identity.” Over time, her shop became the most famous flower shop in the temple. People came from far and wide just to buy flowers from Mother. Some said they were Mother’s blessings, while others said the flowers she bought from her reached Baba directly. Now, she not only had respect but no shortage of money. Her shop began generating millions of rupees. But more than money, she was happy that she was no longer dependent on anyone. Her mother’s face no longer held pain, but contentment and confidence. She often told devotees, “No one who comes to the city of Baba Vaidyanath leaves empty-handed. My son left me, but Baba gave me a new family.” Outside that crowded temple, amid the fragrance of flowers and songs of devotion,

Savitri Devi had become the symbol of a self-reliant mother, not just an abandoned mother. Years had passed, and now, in the streets of Deoghar, one name was on everyone’s lips: her flower shop. Every devotee visiting the Baba Vaidyanath temple considered their visit incomplete without a flower. Old Savitri Devi no longer just sold flowers, but she also offered blessings with each one. The same hands that had once baked bread for her son now rose to bless people. Time hadn’t healed her wounds, but it had certainly strengthened her so much that she was no longer dependent on anyone. A glow of contentment shone on her face, a firmness in her eyes, and a confidence in her voice. One day, in the crowd at the temple premises, a face suddenly appeared. Rohit’s face held the same radiance. But now, deep lines of exhaustion and distress were clearly visible. His business had suffered heavy losses. His home was on the verge of collapse, and his wife, Reena, had also left him. He was going through the most difficult period of his life. As soon as his eyes fell on his mother sitting at the flower shop, his steps stopped. He stood there like a stone. This was the same mother he had considered a burden. He had left her there on the pretext of a pilgrimage. But today, that same mother had become a statue of respect outside the temple. Tears welled up in his eyes. He ran and fell at her feet and wept bitterly. “Mother, forgive me. I have committed a grave sin. I betrayed you. I left you, and look at my condition today. Please come with me, Mother. I want to take you home.” The devotees standing nearby were stunned by this scene. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the mother. Savitri Devi placed her hand on her son’s head. Tears flowed from her eyes, but calm words came from her lips. “Son, a mother never curses her children. I forgave you the day you left me here. But remember, a person’s actions determine their fate. You considered me a burden. But Baba supported me. Now this is my home. This is my family.” I will not go with you. Rohit bowed his head. He was at a loss for words. The burden of regret weighed even heavier on his shoulders. The eyes of the people standing in the crowd moistened. Someone whispered, “Look, this is God’s justice. The one who abandoned his mother is left empty-handed today, and the mother who was abandoned has become the support of thousands.” The mother lifted her son for the last time and said, “Son, if you really want my forgiveness, then go and change your actions. Considering your parents a burden is the biggest crime. May God give you a chance to reform. This is my last prayer.” Rohit sat down on the ground, crying. The mother folded her hands, looked towards the temple, and sat down at her flower shop. Her face no longer bore the pain of someone abandoned, but the pride of a mother who, through her sacrifice and self-reliance, was teaching society to never consider parents a burden. The very God from whom you turn your back makes them stronger, leaving you with nothing but regret. But friends, now I have a question for you: was the mother’s decision right? She forgave her son but never went with him. If you were in her place, would you have done the same? Please share your opinion in the comments, and if the story touched your heart, like the video. Share it with your friends, and don’t forget to subscribe to our channel, Story by RK. See you in the next video. Until then, be happy. Stay with your loved ones, and understand the value of relationships. Jai Hind. Jai Bharat.