I Will Be Your Son : The Revival
Once one decides to act, avenues start to open and opportunities come falling. The power of the will is strong enough to open all closed doors. Ayushi pleaded to her maternal grandfather to take control of the household and counsel her mother. Mr. Prasad, a retired civil engineer was a strong character. He immediately realized his duties and soon de-established all the shrewd practices that had the taken over the house. Ayushi’s grandmother was sent off to Delhi to live with her other sons. Now with the bad influence out she knew her next step… to bring her mother back to life and she left it in the able hands of Mr. Prasad who with his natural flare of influence, guided his daughter, making her know of the increased duties and responsibilities she had.
In the next few years Ayushi along with her grandfather Mr. Prasad worked hard towards upbringing her family. Mrs. Shrivastava took to her responsibilities and gradually moved out of her depression. She understood the vitality of her role and knew that her three daughters needed extra guidance. Mr. Prasad always stayed close and kept guiding all the three sisters with their academics and personality development.
Ayushi would often sit by her father’s portrait and say, “Papa! Am I doing well? I know there’s a lot more to do. I won’t fail you papa. One day I will be your son.” Then she would discuss her plans secretly.
Ayushi excelled at her school. She was the topper with unmatched excellence. Soon she reached the point of her life when career choices were to be made. The charismatic girl had it all planned. She chose the toughest competition in India, the JEE.
On the day of the results, she was nervous. She told her sister Shilpa to check her results and locked herself in her room where she sat silently beside her father’s portrait.
The next few moments were the first moments of joy for the Shrivastavas in nine years. Ayushi could hear them from her room. Her sisters were yelling, “You topped Di, you topped! Come out, where is our treat!” She could hear her mother crying out of joy and Mr. Prasad, now old, stood in pride as he enchanted joyous prayers to his gods.
She heard the crying voice of her mother, “You are not my daughter my sweet child, you are my son, my eldest son.” Ayushi was moist. She had not seen her mother happy for years. But she was silent. Pride and greed didn’t consume her. The beloved daughter of the house calmly thought of her next steps.
“Papa. I have come so far. Maa says I am her son. But there is more to do Pa… more to do. You have held my hand so far; just stay with me a little longer. I promise… one day I will really be your son!”
After graduating as a Software Engineer from one of the most prestigious institutions of the world, Ayushi participated in various technological innovations across the world. Companies warred for her presence. Wealth and name fell at her feet. Her success increased by leaps and bounds each moment. But Ayushi was cautious; she never let haughtiness creep into her soul. Humbleness and dignity always remained her most powerful traits.
In the years to come she formed the Shrivastava Innovative Group or SIG which went on to become a symbol of innovation and excellence internationally. She founded the Jivesh Foundation to support broken families.
Ayushi Shrivastava went on to become a symbol for excellence and a pillar of hope at an age when people still learn the walks of life. Such was her wisdom and generosity.
Her house reclaimed the lost pride. Happiness dwelled in their abode once again.
On the day she founded the Jivesh foundation she established a bust of her father in the garden of her house.She went back to her room, which remained unchanged in these years and sat beside her father’s portrait and for the first time… she smiled as she spoke to him
“Papa! Have I made you proud? You have brought me this far. Have I started fulfilling my duties as your loyal son? I know there’s more to do. I will see to it that our family stays protected. My sisters find the best paths in their lives. I will make sure that Maa never sheds a tear. I know you are there with me. Likewise, I will always be there for them. Keep me going papa… keep me going”
And after so many years of fulfilling her duties as the eldest son of the family, the humble daughter smiled with content as she spoke to her father…
“Papa! I will be your son.”