A Plea To Lord!

The news was shocking….oh no…tragic but yet very, very dreadful! Who would believe it? Who would say that this innocent eighteen year old had this imprinted in his fate? Who after all?

Refit, the innocent eighteen year old son of Mr. Randall died in a tragic death as his plane from India to New York crashed. His family was shattered! Refit had suffered throughout his life! His mother had also died in a similar accident and that too, when he was at a tender age of seven years! And now, God had written the same thing in Refit’s fate as well.

Mr. Randall couldn’t believe his years. It was only yesterday when he had gone to leave Refit to the airport and had relieved himself of an burdened heart! No! This wasn’t true! He couldn’t trust what his ears heard. His mental machinery stopped working and his face was expressionless!

After a few moments when he came back to his senses he didn’t know what to say. Tears dwelled in his eyes and flowed down continuously. Those jewel like drops were the significance of a devastated life. He didn’t know who to blame….his fate…his destiny or…God? He was heart broken!

After the funeral for a week or so, he didn’t touch a morsel of food nor would he sleep well at night. He would sit in the living room, in the old chair and stare continuously at the ceiling. It looked as if he was day dreaming. He wouldn’t talk nor answer. He was living but still he was no more!

Mr. Randall had gone insane. He couldn’t believe that his son too would have died after his wife’s death. No! Now the old man had gone lunatic after his life gave him this fruit of hard work. He decided to go on a mission to find his son. How would he live without him?

That night, when there was silence in the whole house, he noiselessly left his residence. He tasted the dust of various airport offices and many police stations. He slept on the cold streets and ate nothing except small tit-bits of food. His life was deteriorating day by day! His old kidney disease returned but he wouldn’t abandon his mission.

He finally reached the site of the plane crash. But now, it was too late. Every thing was clear as if nothing had happened. He searched the place for a sign of his son for the whole day and finally went to sleep on the same ground as if never to wake up again!

But God had something else in mind. He was found by a traveler in a crazy position frantically searching the place in his sleep and shouting out the name of his son! The traveler took Mr. Randall to a nearby mental asylum.

He still lives here asking God to take his life when he has no one to live for. “Why does God not listen to people like me and kill those childlike souls?” he wondered. He still lies there, labeled as a lunatic, shouting out the names of his son and wife and cursing God!

Our school recently took us on a social tour to the mental asylum. There I was attracted by Mr. Randall who was really a pitiful sight to see! I learnt his history from him and his room warden and penned it down before you! The day I saw him and heard his story, I really wished God would help him!

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