Growing up in Indian middle class
family has sown seeds of Indian culture and values in me since childhood. I
have seen my parents helping our neighbours, relatives whenever they are in need.
Sometimes just your presence can make a difference in someone else’s life.
I was living in an affluent
society and on the same floor where I had my apartment there lived an American lady
Amy. She was may be forty. I meet her almost every day when I used to come back
from work. The interaction was just exchange of greetings.
Two days in a row I didn’t see
her I thought maybe she is out or busy somewhere. Then next evening I saw her
lingering in her balcony. I waved her hi and hesitantly asked about her
whereabouts. I knew that American culture is different from ours and people there
don’t interact much and respect their privacy a lot. I am also brought up with
similar values but definitely with Indian flavour. So I asked her if she is alright.
She told me that she suffers from depression and from last few days she was
under severe attack of it.
I then and still don’t know much
about depression and how their patients go through it. But one thing I knew
that she was lonely. A person is really alone when he or she doesn’t even have
any one person whom they can talk to over phone.
It was weekend after two days so I
decided to invite her for brunch. I am not a good cook but I managed to put
together cold espresso, fruit salad, white sauce pasta, cookies & muffins
(well muffins were from wholefoods). She came and we started chatting about our
lives, work and random stuff. Then after gathering much courage I asked her to
open the knots in her heart and just tell me everything why she is so worried.
Whatever she told wasn’t much
shocking to me as this is very common phenomenon of western culture. She was raised by single dad; her mom never
spoke to her in life, her dad re-married when she was five. She then was raised
by foster parents. There was no hatred but any love at all. She then fell in
love but that guy left her. She was left heartbroken thrice in her life. She
don’t have social circle, friends. She had money but no friends, family to look
up to. She told me that it’s been years that she has talked to someone about
her feelings and life.
She told me that because I am an
Indian girl that’s why I felt concerned for my neighbour else in US no one
bothers about you. From that day we used to interact every weekend, even went
out on shopping. I invited her to come to India sometime. Everything was
planned but two weeks before her flight she passed away.
I think my Indian culture and
values won heart of a woman who was a complete stranger. I was successful as a
person after knowing that I was able to make a difference in her life.
And lot of people in my office
were impressed with the fact that how strong our family ties were, marriages
still work in India. I think Indian culture impresses everyone when someone
gets to know about it. Indian culture growing global influence is evident from
latest TVC of Lufthansa #MoreIndianThanYouThink
Why don’t you share a story of
yours with me ?
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Megha Gupta
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