The Woman Who Helped Me Stand Again❤️ My Broken Foot, Two Small Kids, and the Friend Who Never Left My Side

To be continued…

I was in the hospital when she came to meet me. She was on her way to attend someone’s wedding. She saw me with my plaster, struggling to walk. She said, “Grab my shoulder for support.” I hesitated to put my hand on her shoulder, but she held my hand herself and placed it around her shoulder.

She said, “Stay at my home.” I didn’t want to trouble her, so I said, “Let’s see what Sachu says.”

The situation was really difficult. It was almost impossible to get a maid in our area because there are so many companies nearby, and most women work there.

During my second complicated pregnancy, when the doctor suggested bed rest, Sachu managed everything for 15 days until we got a maid. But back then he wasn’t promoted, so he had less work pressure. This time, he left home at 9 a.m. and came back around 10 p.m. How could he help me? I felt so helpless.

Bhori Tai’s son was 7.5 years old and her daughter was 9 years 10 months old. My daughter was 4 years 9 months old, and my son was 2.5 years old.

So staying at Bhori Tai’s house was a big stress for me. She already had to handle those four kids. They fought, argued, cried, and created chaos all day. I felt it would be unfair to her.

I honestly told her, “Because of the kids, I don’t think I should stay at your place.”

She said, “Don’t worry. I will handle everything. You just come home.”

After a constant fight in my mind, I finally said yes.

We first went to the wedding venue. I stayed alone outside in the hotel while everyone attended the wedding. Honestly, it felt good sitting alone. I even felt proud eating alone. Everyone should try it once.

That evening, we went to her house.

It was really hard to climb the three steps at her house on one leg. If I sat down, I couldn’t stand up again. Someone had to pull me up. She was constantly around me, helping me with everything. Even when my husband scolded me sometimes, she was always so sweet to me.

Her routine started at 6:30 a.m. She made tiffin for her husband. My husband usually ate outside during the day and only came for dinner at night.

While she was cooking, her husband had to leave sharply at 8 a.m. He kept saying, “I’ll be late… hurry… hurry…” It used to make me angry because she was already doing everything. He is a really good person, but I hate this habit. Whenever Bhori Tai was cooking, he constantly pressured her to hurry. “Bhori, where are my underpants? Give me this… give me that…” 🙄 I kept thinking, “Men are impossible.”

And my husband… I hoped he would at least bathe my kids before leaving for work so Bhori Tai could relax a little. But he also said, “The kids are sleeping,” and left at 7 a.m. after taking his own bath. I felt that was unfair to her too.

Sometimes her husband got angry if things weren’t ready on time and left for work upset like a kid.

In the middle of cooking, if my son woke up, he couldn’t speak properly. He would simply grab her dress and make sounds like “hum hum huh,” which meant he wanted chapati. She understood him and gave it to him.

Her mornings were so hectic.

Then her own kids constantly fought with each other. Luckily, it was summer vacation.

After the kids woke up, she folded all the blankets, made everyone brush their teeth, gave all of us tea and biscuits or served poha. She even boiled eggs separately for me because the doctor suggested I eat eggs.

Guys, if anyone from my family ever reads this… sorry Mom. I ate eggs. I had eaten them before Shivanya was born too because of my health, but never anything beyond that.

Even after serving everyone, she still hadn’t brushed or taken a bath herself.

For me, going to the bathroom was the biggest task. During the first few days, I didn’t even have a walker. I had to jump on one leg around the room. She tried to support me, but I didn’t want to depend on her for everything. She was already doing so much.

Using the toilet was extremely difficult. Sitting down and getting back up was painful beyond words. I don’t even want to explain that pain. It was horrible. People only truly understand pain when they go through it themselves.

To help me come out of the bathroom, she found a trick. She gave me a container to sit on. From there, I somehow took support and stood up. It was a very complicated process. Let that part stay my painful memory.

She constantly looked after me.

She bathed my kids, cleaned their potty, washed our clothes, cooked lunch, washed all the dishes, cleaned the 1RK, gave water and food whenever my kids asked for it, and in the evening she made dinner too.

We slept around 11 p.m., sometimes even 12 a.m., and then she woke up the next morning to repeat the same routine.

I felt so unfair to her because nobody was there to help her.

My husband came late every night.

One day I told my husband, “You manage at home. I’m coming back.”

When my husband told Bhori Tai that we would leave after one week, she immediately said, “I told you I’ll handle everything. I don’t have any issue. Why do you have one?” She actually scolded him.

She said, “You come home late. How will you manage all this?”

I was living with constant guilt.

Then she told me, “Teach my daughter English. She is going to 5th standard. I will handle everything else. While sitting, if you want, you can teach her. No force.”

So I said okay.

I took responsibility for teaching her daughter to read English because Bhori Tai genuinely wanted her daughter to improve.

It wasn’t easy. I was teaching someone who wanted to enjoy her summer holidays, not study. But I still did it.

Sometimes her own daughter didn’t listen to her. Seeing Bhori Tai helpless made me feel bad.

Managing all the kids every day was exhausting, but she never took a break.

Twice she had stomach pain, yet she kept working.

One time she even had breathing issues. The reason was her husband, but I still felt guilty. I kept thinking maybe it was because of me.

I am an overthinker.

While crying, I told her, “I will never forgive myself if something happens to you because of me.”

She simply said, “You are stupid. Don’t think so much.”

Even then, I tried to leave her house, but she didn’t let me.

Sometimes I had complete breakdowns.

One day, when Sachu wasn’t there to help with the kids because he was working day and night, his irritated tone made me feel like I was a burden on everyone.

I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I was honestly scared.

Would I be able to walk after one month?

I cried and said, “Why did God only break my leg? Instead of making me so helpless, He should have killed me completely. I hate depending on someone. I really hate it. I can’t walk. I feel guilty. I don’t want to become a burden on anybody.”

She kept motivating me.

“You will walk normally again. Don’t worry.”

Because of the kids, I even fell from the bed once.

But she was the one who understood every bit of my pain.

I felt grateful to have her in my life.

Sometimes I feel my parents chose society over me, but God sent someone who always chose me whenever I was in the toughest situations.

During both my deliveries, she was with me in the hospital.

This time too, when my foot broke, she stood beside me.

I truly feel God sent her into my life as a blessing.

Yes, we have arguments sometimes, but she is one of the most caring and kind people I have ever met.

She even thinks my husband is better than hers.

She says, “At least your husband comes home late because of work. He washes the kids after potty. My husband has never done that. At least your husband understands you sometimes. Mine doesn’t.”

Even in my marriage, whenever I get angry, she motivates me.

Sometimes she even takes Sachu’s side when I am wrong.

She tells me honestly, “You are wrong here.”

Both of us keep telling each other, “Don’t keep expectations from people. Instead of dying every day inside, live your life fully. Do it for yourself, not for him.”

So yes…

She is the one who tells me, “Cry, Sanjivani. Let out all those emotions.”

I am lucky to have her.

But even today, I still feel guilty for depending on her.

I stayed at her house for almost one month. Even after my plaster was removed, she still didn’t want me to go home because my foot was still swollen. She kept saying, “Stay for a few more days.”

But I reassured her, “Let me go home. Even if it still hurts, I have to start doing things on my own now.”

It wasn’t easy to leave because she had taken care of me like family. I will always be grateful for everything she did for me.