I reached my Hometown Jatni on 1st September 2022, to meet my ailing mother. She was suffering from a deadly disease since3 years. But she had an amazingly fighting quality and a high will power & power of tolerance. She never expressed her pain that she had underwent during her last 1 year. The pain was terrible that we can perceive. I think everyone cannot understand from her expression and talks that she was suffering so badly. Only very few close blood relations can understand her sufferings during her ailing days. For her (my mother), all her ailing days and nights are same as she kept calling Liku and Babu. The last 03 years have seen few attendants in our Jatni home. The attendants have served my mother and father significantly during their last period. We must acknowledge their services. Most of us forget those, who served us during our need. I think those people are God sent and we in many occasions fail to recognise them and their services. We only identify their faults.

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