My dream was and is to become an B-school student. I have worked hard and did my best in my studies in order to achieve my dream. With such great records that lied before me, I thought "failure and defeat will never touch me." With such great enthusiasm and belief, I was unstoppable in pursuing my dreams.
In august 2016, when I was in PUNE, I was under shock when I received a shocking news of my friend's mother has cancer and that she was admitted because cancer had spread in great multitude. On a whim, I travelled back home to Washim.
The sight of seeing his mother been in pain and bad condition was the greatest wound of my life. I have never experienced such great tumor of emotions. Pain and fear polluted my mind and body. With nightmares I woke up every day of my days. I failed to study for my CAT exams I was about to write in November.
I thought for a second about all she did and what she was doing for my life and how she has being the greatest female figure of my life. I was and will always be inspired by her great deeds and hard working. She was a mother to many orphans, a husband to widows, and a mentor of this generation. She has raised many teachers, nurses, accountants and business men and women with her sweet and labour. She supported me in all area of life. She sponsored me in my education and even when I was sitting for CAT tests, and she was the one who gave me monetary support.
Every morning up to late nights I would go to the hospital to visit, chat and comfort her. Weeks and weeks passed by, and when the day of writing my exams reached, I wrote my CAT exams with less readiness but great optimism.
His father was in shock upon seeing his beloved wife is such condition for a long period, and sugar disease shot to it greatest pick leaving his father unconscious, and he was admitted in hospital for two weeks, in the month of December.
When the worst day of them all came, 31st December, 2016, his mother passed away. I never celebrated New Year like other teenagers. I guise mine was with tears and great pain.
Another man's battle was my battle.
Every month that passed by, I felt victory is not the end journey of what we are fighting against but the lesson and the progress that comes either from defeat or victory is what matters the most. I guise Victory is not given but is earned, and mine was not victory nor defeat but in-between lies the results of my battle.