In whose house we are born is not a matter of our hands but in whose heart we live is a matter of our hands - Samvad's philosophy of life

- How is it, friend - Dr. Chandrakant Mehta

- 'For some, life becomes a poison, but for some it is God's grace, Lord, I will not forget you. There will only be grace in your harshness' - the confidence of orphan Anuradha

- Anuradha understood that her place in this house is that of a maid and a cook. At night he went to prepare his bed in the communion room for sleeping

A Nuradhafoiba had an atmosphere of mourning at home. Fua's petty clerk means saving money. Even the house is not one's own. His friend went to America. He allowed to save. After learning about Phua's death, Phoiba Anuradha received her WhatsApp message: "Evacuate the house in a month and give the house key to my father-in-law. Do not keep any of your belongings or my late friend's photo in the house. Posthumous rituals should also be performed in Gayaji. I don't want to take over the atmosphere of Sogia!''

The next night, Papaji and I went to meet Phoeba. I was 6 years old then. Phoeba burst into tears hugging her father. Phoebe had never come to our house before. Mom's rule was that no extra person should be in this house.

Phoiba read Fuaji's friend's WhatsApp to him. Father was stunned after reading the WhatsApp credit of friend betrayal! Kali Yuga is the place where humanity is swallowed up and the serpent of selfishness is fed milk. Who can trust whom these days? Papaji must be thinking. I stared at his sad and helpless face.

Dad broke the silence. He said to Phoebe: “Come on, pack your bags and get ready. We will immediately vacate the building and hand over the possession.

'But'... Phoiba Anuradha said hesitantly...

"I can understand your pain. Didi you know that my wife Vasatvi's nature is very strict and harsh. His heart is narrow. It will rain on me that brought you together. But I will never back down from defending you. You will soak my son Samvad with love, so I will believe that I have got everything. You have to keep Mother Sitaji before your eyes. How many hardships must he have suffered while living among the demons? But from today I am your Hanuman. Walk with me without doubt in your mind. Son, from today this Phoiba will stay with us at home.'' Anuradha lovingly turned Samvad's head with her hand and showered kisses on his cheek. Until today, his mother had never showered him with such warmth. The conversation went haywire. He asked: "Phoeba, will you take me to bed with you?" I do not like loneliness! This is my mom's habit of watching serials till late. So finally I get tired and try to sleep alone in my small room.

Phoiba Anuradha saw the face of her late son Vidheya in Samvad. Innocent to those appointments just like dialogue. Ocean of intimacy in eyes and sweetness of honey in speech. At the age of five, he fell down the school stairs. Severe head injuries. He was admitted to a private hospital for treatment. Mother Anuradha sold all her jewelry to save her. But the statement of the ritual for the function was something new. His father was devastated. Lost mental balance. He was fired from his job and one night he had a massive heart attack in his sleep and left for an endless pilgrimage to register me. Is God also preparing different packages of pain for people? Its 'home delivery' arrangement is beyond human comprehension and endurance. For some, the mind becomes the poison of life and for some, the mind is the gift of God. Why did God choose my house for the storms of sorrow? But God, I will not forget you. Even in its harshness there will be grace. Anuradha said locking the house.

When Ben reached Yashwantraya home with Anuradha and Samvad, his wife Vastavi was ready to insult him. Seeing Anuradha said: “My rule is going on in this house. Should I have called before giving shelter to an orphan at home?''

Anuradha Foi was helplessly listening to the real mom's words. Mom said with a scornful look: "Now do you want to stay here alone or do you want to pitch a tent at home?" Your bed will be in the small communion room.''

The dialogue became happy inside! Bhavtu tu ne Vaidya said... Anuradha wanted a corner to lie down. I took the bag from Phoebe and carried her to my small room.

After a while mom said: “I made vegetable parottas for Samvad and his dad. In the meantime, all three of you will have to fill your stomach.

Phoeba said: “I collect every Thursday. So not worrying about my food.

“Very good. Time to watch my favorite serial. You jamvad and my husband Yashwantaraya. And yes, there are fifteen days off from work. That's a dirty mess" Vastavi ironically signaled Anuradha to clean the mess.

In the morning, mom lovingly ordered: "Prepare the tea and breakfast and arrange it on the table and let Samvad and my mister have tea and breakfast." I did not sleep all night so I will get up after ten o'clock. Also keep the food ready.

Yashwantaraya was shocked to hear Vastavi's orders. But to be honest is to invite misery for the whole day. He fell silent:

Vastvi woke up at quarter past ten and ordered Anuradha to prepare the dialogue and send it to school. I want to go to a women's welfare meeting. The dining arrangements are also there and you can send my mister too. From today you are in charge of all the arrangements in the house. I have pain in my legs due to arthritis, so you have to go and buy vegetables. Vastvi caught Anuradha 'Dutylist'.

Anuradha understood that her place in this house was that of a maid and a cook. Worked all day. At night he went to prepare his bed in the communion room for sleeping. Talking sweetly with dialogue. Pampering him and putting him to bed...

Phoebe was very fond of dialogue. He didn't approve of Phoebe getting into bed and 'laying' on the bed herself. So after Phoebe fell asleep Samvad would gently make her way to their bed. Pressing their feet. Phoebe wakes up instructing Samvad to return to her bed. The dialogue says: “You lie in the bed and I lie on the bed is an insult to my affection for you. You are my real mom. Do not deprive me of your service.” And with the insistence of dialogue Anuradha lay down with him in his bed. Samvad would embrace him and fall into a deep sleep.

Years passed. Anuradha's dutilist kept increasing...but she silently bore everything. In Samvad, he used to see his late son Vidheya. Suffering for the love of communion did not seem like a curse to him.

Instead of valuing himself as a mother, Samvad cherished Anuradhaphoi more, he was actually jealous of her. So one day she said to her husband Yashwantrayan: “Samvad will study better in a day-boarding school than at home. A friend of mine's husband runs a day-boarding school in Panchgini. He has said that by taking only a token fee, we will enter Samvad into our organization... So let's send our Samvad to Panchagini. The atmosphere of our house is desi. We have to change the personality of the dialogue according to the progress of the times.

But dialogue is not used to being alone. Don't put him in a day-boarding school' - said Yashwantrai...

Where was I used to being 'alone' when I married you? My father-in-law did not come with my whole family. For the sake of the child, parents have to give up sentimentality and take realistic decisions. My friend's husband is here. Tomorrow they are going back to Panchgini. Will take the dialogue with them. Now don't make futile arguments and Anuradhaben you should prepare a bag of dialogue. Do not discuss anything with him. Don't distract him by pretending to shed tears.' - Vastavi gave an 'ultimatum'.

Anuradha's head felt as if the aura broke. Communication was his soul. His love for her was his life force. He shuddered at the mere thought of how he would be able to live without dialogue. At last Vastav's stubbornness prevailed and with tears in his eyes he left for Panchgini with the manager of the day-boarding school.

Samwad called Anuradhafoi every day, but Vastvi kept his phone in her custody. He had no interest in talking to Anuradhafoi.

Hakhe-Dukhe Samvad completed the Higher Secondary Examination. Without Phoebe, he did not enjoy communication in life. He accepted a small job for a while to further his studies. The company allotted him a room-kitchen quarter. On receiving his first salary he bought all the necessities of life and decided to keep foi Anuradha with him.

After a week he came home himself. His eyes were searching for Anuradha. "Son, after sending you to Panchgini, your mom has put Anuradhaben in an old age home. Here is the address of the old age home" Samvad immediately reached the old age home with the address. Anuradha embraced Foi wholeheartedly and told the nursing home administrator: "I want to take Anuradha mom with me right now... give her leave."

Are you his son? Admin asked: "Emotional relationships don't need the 'label' of blood engagement. It is not a matter of our hands to be born in whose house but it is a matter of our hands to live in whose heart.” And Samvad thanked the manager of the old age home and left with Anuradha Devi. The words echoed in the air: Sabse Alai Prem Sagai.''