A Moment on NH44: A lesson in Love, we often forget
On a quiet stretch of highway, I witnessed not just a moment but a lesson
There are days when the world feels hurried, loud, and indifferent, when headlines are filled with conflict, neglect, and stories that make us question the direction in which society is heading. And then, there are moments, unexpected, quiet, and profoundly human that restore faith in the goodness that still breathes among us. I experienced one such moment today while driving along National Highway NH44, near Lethipora Barsoo.
It was an ordinary journey, like any other. Vehicles moved in their usual rhythm, people were engrossed in their destinations, and the road stretched endlessly ahead. But something unusual caught my attention: a small black Alto car parked by the roadside. At first glance, it seemed like a routine halt. But as I slowed down, what I witnessed was anything but ordinary.
Standing beside the car was a man, perhaps in his middle age, and with him was an elderly woman—his mother, as it became clear from his gestures. She appeared to be extremely old, perhaps nearing a century. Time had carved its deep lines on her face, and her frail frame spoke of years lived beyond imagination. Yet what stood out was not her age—it was the way she was being cared for.
The man was gently cleaning her face with utmost patience, as if tending to something sacred. There was no rush, no irritation, only a calm, quiet devotion. He then carefully adjusted her clothes, helping her wear her pheran with such tenderness that it felt almost ceremonial. Every movement was deliberate, filled with respect, and guided by love that did not seek attention or applause.
What struck me deeply was that the elderly mother, though weak, did not appear entirely helpless. She might have been able to manage certain things on her own. But the son did not let her struggle, not even a little. He chose care over convenience, compassion over indifference. He chose to serve.
In that fleeting roadside moment, amidst the noise of passing vehicles and the rush of daily life, I witnessed something rare, an unspoken bond that many speak about, but few truly embody. It was not a grand gesture. There were no cameras, no audience, no recognition. And yet, it carried more meaning than a thousand speeches on family values.
In today’s world, we often hear about the growing neglect of elderly parents. Stories of abandonment, loneliness, and emotional distance have become all too common. We discuss it in academic papers, debate it in seminars, and express concern in social conversations. But what I saw today challenged that narrative gently, yet powerfully.
It reminded me that while neglect exists, so does deep, unwavering care. While some may forget their responsibilities, there are others who quietly uphold them with dignity. Some sons and daughters do not see their parents as a burden, but as a blessing, who understand that caregiving is not an obligation, but a privilege.
It made me pause and reflect, not just on society, but on myself. In our busy lives, how often do we truly sit with our parents? How often do we show them the same patience they once showed us?
The truth is simple, yet often ignored: our parents do not need grand gestures. They need presence. They need respect. They need to feel valued. The man on NH44 did not just care for his mother; he honoured her.
As I drove away, the image stayed with me. It was more than a scene; it was a message.
To that son, wherever he is, I send my deepest respect. And to those who may have forgotten, it is never too late to return, to care, and to give back.
Today, on a quiet stretch of highway, I witnessed not just a moment but a lesson.
One that I will not forget.
(The Author is a writer and a Library Futurist from Kulgam. Feedback: waniishfaq0001@gmail.com)
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