She would come like the west wind; like a lyre, she would play on the tunes of every house. Everyone wondered where she got that never-ending energy from, and the liveliness worn as a part of her dress.
She would climb the stairs always with a song on her lips, entering the house wishing everyone ‘good marning’ as if it was the most beautiful morning ever. She was my angelic maid, now only in my memory.
Six months ago, Sushma was in perfect health, or at least it seemed so. But then she started complaining of illness. Almost every house gave her its own version of home remedy or prescription. Things got worse and the frequent illness was detected as tuberculosis.
She stopped coming and concerned as we were, we kept calling up Sushma’s husband every now and then to inquire about her health. But the disease had already played havoc with her.
And then we learnt from a neighbour that Sushma was no longer alive. It was hard to believe. The very idea of this woman being so emotionally and mentally strong and yet no more now startled us.
Her strength perhaps came from her regular visits to ‘Nirankari Satsangs’.
She would often tell me when I was occupied with studies, ‘After you are done with your exams, I will explain to you the whole concept of ‘parmatma’ and being one with Him’. I only nodded for I felt that she would be anyway around and I could listen to her anytime later.
This gives us lessons to keep in mind. The most important thing that we all must remember is that servants or maids too are like us with the same kind of sentiments and aspirations. A little concern, appreciation, respect and care can make a whole lot of difference.
When I look back, I feel Sushma was perhaps God’s messenger, an angel who believed and made us believe in self-surrender to His will. Maybe, that’s what gave her strength in her last days and inspiration to many others like me.