Homeless in Their Seventies…


“Son, we had everything the other day; today we have nothing.” This is the first thing my dad said when I first got hold of him after the second day of the earthquake. There was a long silence from both ends. I simply couldn’t find the right words to speak hearing his deep voice. I tried to talk with them on the morning of 25th April too, but the call couldn’t get through. Later, I learned from my brother-in-law that he was already moved to safety, and my mother was in the hospital for a minor injury.


Moreover, they had their memories of starting their life together from the scratch in that house. They cherished giving birth to four beautiful children and raising them together in that house.


Today, my parents have become homeless in their 70s. They are one of those survivors who lost everything to the quake. Prior to quake hitting the ancient city and savaging the foundations until the buildings collapsed and crumbled, they had “everything” enough. They had stock of rice from their own rice field and valuable belongings, which are now buried in debris. Moreover, they had their memories of starting their life together from scratch in that house. They cherished giving birth to four beautiful children and raising them together in that house. They have not forgotten watching how their children were coming of age.

They have vivid memories of their son turning to a man and daughters to beautiful women. How can they forget that door from where their daughters stepped out as new brides to begin their new lives? How we, as their children, can forget the house where we spent our all lives until we had fully grown wings to explore the new world? Surely, my sisters would have never forgotten that moment when they turned and looked back at the house before leaving their parents and that house for a new house and new relationship. With this calamitous quake, my childhood, mischievous playtimes, stomping sound on the ladders while running up and down, and more than that my grandparents’ legacy, my parents’ house, my inheritance, and a heritage for their grandchildren has come to an end.

Updated…

Today, it is confirmed that my parents’  house is unlivable after sustaining a severe damage to the walls. They are cracked and one side of the house in the back is completely down as one of the neighbors house knocked it. The house from outside still looks nice though.

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