My father expired in April 1977 after a brief  ailment .I confess ,we could not provide him proper medical treatment. It was soon after the Janta Party election results.I was shelter less,without a roof , what to say of a home or land.No means of livelihood.No breads. No cash . Perhaps working treatment was provided through monetary charity raised from relatives .The last rites were also arranged withe the help of charity.
We had just then our B com results.
I still remember those days when I used to become jealous of any of my own age mate whenever I saw them with their parents or grand parents. I could not console myself why I lost my father and that too under such unbearable frustration.
At that point ,it was a completely lost case.
Nothing could be salvaged, saved, restored.
Only a new start from a scratch was a way.
A huge loss of trust,goodwill, identity, had to be brought at ground level to start a new journey.
Making something new is easy but recouping the past loss of name and identity is a big challenge.
I had lost all of my esteem and dignity.Nothing to get heartened. Here I had to start.
Only a lonely island and alone--- to survive ,build- rebuild and keep hopes alive- almost impossible.
Nothing to inspire or fall back upon .No help visible at any point of time-place or through any person. Only clouds of despair and fear of extinction. None sympathized at that point of time. None encouraged even for name shake.
But ,then ,Life has its own inbuilt life jackets and perhaps life can grow from within.
I am an example that life grows from within. Life teaches the lessons of life better than any teacher.
My life , though ugly rags only have been my best teachers. My life even after all the odds never betrayed me when I needed a cup of fresh life, life fluid , life-vision.