Dad lost in vain.
On 15/06/2013, early in the morning around 1:30 am I lost my dad. He was just 64 years old . Fate played a game which taught us many lessons. We went to so many counties in 35 years span from the day my elder brother took birth in this world. Finally, in 2008 dad and mom decided to come our own land of ancestor. We were leaving happily with the hope of our own locality and and own people who all belongs to our own community. But on that particular night we came to know our world around us is not the same how we are assuming.I still recall the scenario from when my dad collapsed on floor, my mom knocked the door of my neighbor, and they didn't open the door, but was whispering on other side of door. I went down to security and begged them for a hospital call but they were all walking like king in garden. I some how managed to get help from street and took my dad to nearest hospital which is 7 km away. The so called biggest known hospital of that city, then at 2 am refused to check or even take my dad inside hospital, and threaten me of police inquiry on it. I was so helpless, my dad passed away in the car and was lying down as if he is tired of all those rat race life. He wanted to be calm and sleep for a while. I went to him, and asked him to forgive me that I could not save him. He saved us from all the sickness , but when his turn came I let him go away. I feel regretted but also at same time anger for my community, and call myself an Indian.