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Sakshi, a kidney & the super granny!

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Grannies are often the first source of comfort for a kid in an extended family.

It happens at times, without us even knowing – how much we learn, we become – a crystallized metaphor of our previous generations.

Humans have progressed rapidly in the past few decades & so have the complexities of life. Grannies having have lived through this evolutionary phase have given us wonderful insights – mostly bedtime stories – stories in our memories forever.

Then there are super grannies!

Grannies who have gone out of the way to achieve fame, achieve positions.

And then, there are grannies who have given a new lease of life to her grandchild.

This is the story of Sakshi. Sakshi & her super granny.

Barely 9 years old, Sakshi started facing problems.

Health problems.

Serious health problems!

Imagine, being unable to attend school, play with friends, watch TV & have doctors visit your home fairly regularly. Chronic kidney failure, was identified as the root cause – dialysis first & then the harrowing search for a donor. It was billed as a tough task for young Sakshi, but for her granny.

Not her mother, not her father was able to match the requirements for their daughter, seeing which the family Patrician stood up & willingly proved to be a match for the family’s angel.

Such organ donation cases are the need of an hour, such stories that offer a ray of hope, motivation to those who have this concept in mind but take too much time to convert it on paper and above all SAVE LIVES!

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The Musings

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Planet Earth. Asia. India. Mumbai.
A blink of the eye from the deep blue skies above.Millions of people, millions of thoughts – all inter-weaved like a giant spider web, yet clear as that of the rails that run across the length of the city. Every morning – people meet, acknowledge one another yet are lost in thoughts – in their own parodies – at times enjoying, at times dreading. This is what the citizens of Mumbai have come to become today, where commerce declares the flow of run-ins.

There were times, in the early 90’s, I still remember – chirping sparrows, tree-lined avenues, whistling trees, families strolling around gardens and occasionally a big red colour (ad free) double-decker bus rumbling through the streets. Buildings hardly taller than 4 stories, brimming to the forth with content faces, enjoying the small things of life. The city had a very clean look to it, the noxious vapors were also significantly lesser. The pressures of peers, work were also manageable.
 
– Mumbai in Motion | Image By: Jeet Ghosh –
 
Time travel through to the early 2010’s – stuff has changed and how. Malls the size of Olympic stadia with coasters and all – brimming with activities, restaurants vying over each other, serpentine queues of motor vehicles humming away aimlessly, a thinning line between man and machine. All within city limits we have come to so love.
A land of opportunities, a land of sorrow, a land for equals yet a land divided.
Hoping for the very best of future! The lost golden era. Come soon.