Man’s life is a tale of tears. Failures and miseries stare him in the face at every step. The fear of some sorrow, loss or pain always haunts him. His dreams of life remain unfulfilled. Things happen just contrary to his hopes. He feels utterly disappointed. There is no escape for him from this hopeless situation.
The day of 10th July 1995 was the saddest day of my life. On this day I lost my best friend, Vinod, in a car accident. He was the only son of his parents. He was very gentle and noble. He always treated me as his brother. We were class-fellows during our school-days. We always shared our joys and sorrows of our life. His death greatly shocked me. His parents were left issue-less.
On this day the result of my younger brother was declared. His roll number was not in the list of successful candidates. My brother is very sensitive. He could not bear this failure. He was so shocked that he fell unconscious. He had to be moved to the hospital. When we returned home, my nephew fell off the roof where he was flying kites. He broke his left arm.
Things did not end here. There was still another shock in store for us. My uncle had gone on a business tour. He came home in the evening. He had been robbed on the way. The robbers took away his fifty thousand rupees at a gun-point. The cup of our miseries was full. All of us were cursing our fate. There was sorrow on every face. The atmosphere in the family was grim and tense. None of us ate food. It was the saddest day of my life. I can never forget it.