TRUE ONE

Today Mr. Diwan, the professional journalist, is going to interview one of the rising social workers in India, Mr. Ajay. Mr. Ajay became one of the youngest rising social workers in animal care. At the age of 19, he had opened 21 animal shelters all over India. This animal shelter's primary mission was to rescue animals from animal trafficking and to provide shelter and food to stray animals.

At the start of the interview, Mr. Diwan saw that Ajay was very nervous about the interview because it was the first time he was going to be interviewed by a professional journalist at national level. So Mr. Diwan began the interview with simple questions in order to connect Ajay with the environment.

Mr. Diwan- What is your full name?

Ajay-My name is Ajay Ranbhir Singh.

Mr. Diwan- Where do you spend most of your time?

Ajay-I spend most of my time with my animals.

Mr. Diwan- Are you still studying?

Ajay-[with a faint smile on his face] no

By repeatedly asking simple questions to Ajay in order to dissolve him in the atmosphere.And then Mr. Diwan asked the most important question of the interview. That Ajay from where you get the idea of starting an animal shelter on a large scale? This is Ajay's least favorite question because whenever someone asks him it, he becomes sad and disturbed by his inner thoughts, and he never answers it to anyone. But today, after a long pause, he did hesitate. took a sip of water from the glass and said DEATHS.

After hearing this single word, Mr. Diwan, cameramen, recorders, like everyone in the studio got shocked and everyone's jaw dropped. The studio's constant hustle and bustle come to a halt. Silence makes the environment look like things are at peace after a heavy storm and there is no gust of wind to raise the waves and become stable.

Ajay asked how you would feel if the most loving person in your life died in front of you every day and you couldn't do anything about it.

Everyone in the studio fell silent again. No one has the answer to his question. Then, with a simple voice, he said,

When I was six years old, living in the United States with my parents, when everything in my life was happy and cheerful, everything was on the right track.

One day, my mother was diagnosed with a very different illness. She quickly becomes paralyzed and is hospitalized.Everyone assured me that she would be fine soon, but whenever I see my father's face, he is always depressed.

Three months have gone by and her health has not improved. One day when I was in my room, my father came to see me and hugged me in his tight arms and started crying and said, "Your mom's not with us anymore.

At that moment, I lost myself in another world and felt that there was no longer any energy in my body. 

In the early part of my life, I lost my mom. The most loving person in my life.

Days have passed since my mother's funeral. I was lost in her thoughts about how my day started with her waking kisses and how she dressed me for school and how I do naughty things while getting dressed up. And how she always made lunch for me, dropped me off at school, came back in the afternoon to pick me up, took us to the ground to play, and helped me with my math problems, and how the day ended with lullabies and sleeping kisses.

I felt like a stranger in the whole world. Soon I started going to school, but when I was in class again, I got lost in her thoughts. I still miss her. I started getting detached from the whole world. I don't talk to my friends, neighbours, and my loving father every time I am lost in my thoughts.

At the age of eight, my father began to suspect that I was becoming more and more out of touch with my environment. He decided to move to our home country, India in Mumbai and live with our relatives and so he changed the location of business from the USA to Mumbai for only me.

After 8 years, I began to recover from my mother's death and everything began to return to normal. I began to socialize with the rest of the world. Every day, I started making new friends, adopting a happy environment, and having fun with my father. He started doing all my mother's work, from morning kisses to sleeping kisses. Besides, my dad's company is taking control of the marketplace. Relatives visit us, and we have visitors on a regular basis.

On my 14th birthday, I frequently called my father for the celebration, but he was busy at some board meeting and not picking up my calls. Later, when I made the call, he picked up the call and said I was coming in 5 minutes and hung up the call.

Many hours had passed and dad was not picking up my calls. At night, my father's manager came to my house, pale-faced, and said that when my father was driving home, he was involved in an accident with a truck, and his car flipped several times. A long pause, he said your father died on the spot.

My mind gets blank, it feels like I am standing near death, lost the person that I loved the most after my mother's death. 

Many days have passed since my father's death and now I have become the loneliest person in this big world, like a lost stranger in a jungle.

My friends started staying away from me because their parents think that I was born with a bad fate and this is the reason behind my parents' death. And anyone who comes close to me has to face many problems.

Where relatives must stay with me during these difficult times, but their only intention is to take over my father's well-established business.But the brave manager of my father's handled the business and also kept away the dirty hands of people from it. It seems like whoever I called my friends and relatives were becoming strangers to me.

One day when I was sitting outside my house and saw that the street dog comes to me and starts moving around me whenever I come out. He looked like he wanted something from me and that day I offered him food and he liked it.

Day by day, I lose contact with humans and become more connected to animals. It was like they were the only friends who didn't judge me based on fate, as opposed to relatives who only wanted money.

Soon a lot of birds make their nests in my open house and start living with me. My days start with the birds and end with my only mate, my doggy.

Where my friends and relatives become strangers to me. These stranger animals become my only true friends and also stay with me without any expectations.

At the age of 18, the manager of my father's firm-handed every responsibility to my shoulder and helped me to work. And I decided to open NGOs for the stray animals because they were with me when everybody left. 

The whole studio gave a round of applause and then he left.