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Sad and heart broken, he carried the body of his mom back to the village to give a fitting funeral as per their tradition. After two days of gruelling journey, he reached his village. However, due to excess fatigue and many sleepiness night, he too passed away. The mom and son were cremated on the same day.
There are still many villages, which are not connected with roads. And we shout the hell out even if our internet goes off for few minutes. My heart goes to this son. Beta ho to aisa. And my heart pains to realize the fact that he left behind his wife, and three small children for her to look after. I think she should be supported in her children’s upbringing and education.
When he was passing through the periphery of another village, one of the villager’s son, who studied in the town and happened to visit his parents in village took the picture.