In a quiet town, lived an old couple, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Their lives had been filled with love, laughter, and the joy of raising three sons. However, as time passed, destiny took an unexpected turn. The sons, driven by ambitions and opportunities, found themselves scattered across the globe.

The eldest, Richard, pursued a career as a doctor, aiming to heal lives in a distant land. The middle son, David, chose the path of law, seeking justice far from his childhood home. The youngest, Mark, became an engineer, working on projects that took him to foreign shores. The parents, once surrounded by the cheerful chaos of a bustling home, now found solace in the quietude.

Days turned into months, and months into years. The old couple, though proud of their sons' accomplishments, felt a growing void in their hearts. The house echoed with memories, and the once lively rooms seemed to sigh in their loneliness. Mrs. Johnson, now graying and fragile, spent her days in silent longing, glancing at family photos that adorned the walls.

Despite the distance, the sons maintained regular communication, assuring their parents of their well-being. The video calls were a bittersweet reminder of the physical miles that separated them. Every pixelated smile was a distant echo of the laughter that once filled the home.

One day, Mr. Johnson, with a heavy heart, expressed his concern to his sons about their aging parents living alone. The sons, caught in the whirlwind of their careers, assured their father that they would visit soon. Promises hung in the air, but the visits remained elusive.

As the years passed, Mr. Johnson's health declined, and the burden of loneliness weighed heavily on his shoulders. The once vibrant garden outside mirrored the neglected state of their once lively home. Mrs. Johnson, now spending more time reminiscing than living, wished for the warmth of family to grace their home once again.

One fateful day, a letter arrived from David, expressing regret for not being there and promising a visit. The parents, filled with hope, waited anxiously. However, days turned into weeks, and David's promise remained unfulfilled. The letter became a painful reminder of unmet expectations.

In the quiet corners of their home, the old couple faced the harsh reality. Their children, though successful in their endeavors, were absent when they needed them the most. The bond of family, once unbreakable, now felt strained across the miles.

As the sun set on the Johnsons' life, the once vibrant home became a silent witness to a tale of love overshadowed by the solitude of old age. The echoes of unfulfilled promises lingered in the air, painting a poignant picture of a family scattered by dreams and ambitions, leaving the old parents alone in the fading twilight of their lives.

  Jai siya ram jai hanumaan 

       Writer   Priti  kumari