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What makes a good neighbor?

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you in good health and a cheerful mood. Today’s writing prompt—“What makes a good neighbor?”—may appear simple, yet it touches one of the most human aspects of our lives: kindness, compassion, and community.

We often take our neighbors for granted, unaware that sometimes they can become our family away from home, our strength in moments of uncertainty, and our comfort during the hardest nights.

A few years ago, I had an experience that taught me the true meaning of being a good neighbor—an experience that remains etched in my memory even today.

At that time, I was working Bank and posted in Rajasthan, far away from my hometown. It was my first major posting, and though my wife and little son were with me, we were separated from the warmth and guidance of our elders.

Our families couldn’t visit often due to the long distance, and we were still adjusting to the culture, climate, and pace of a new place.

We call them “Thakur Sahib”

Fortunately, we had a kind Rajput family living next door—we call them “Thakur Sahib” and his wife — an elderly couple who treated us like their own children.

They would often check in on my wife and our young son when I was away for work. Their simple gestures—sending over home-cooked food, offering advice about local customs, or sharing their stories over evening tea—made us feel at home in a foreign land.

Life was running smoothly until one stormy night that tested not only our resilience but also revealed the depth of human goodness that can exist between neighbors.

That day, I had gone to Udaipur for an important meeting at our bank’s zonal office. The meeting stretched late into the evening, and by the time I left, it was already past eight.

Heavy rain lashed against the windshield as I started my journey back home, determined to reach by midnight so I could dine with my family.

The road was long—three to four hours of rough terrain, thunder, and downpour—but the thought of home kept me going.

My heart sank.

When I finally reached around midnight, drenched and exhausted, I was startled to see the house locked.

My heart sank. My wife and five-year-old son were supposed to be inside, yet the silence around the house was chilling. I stood there under the dim porch light, rain still falling, not knowing whom to ask or what to do. Anxiety and dread began to creep in.

Just then, I heard a door open next door. It was Thakur Sahib. His calm voice cut through the storm, “Don’t worry, your son is with us. He’s fast asleep.”

Relieved but still trembling, I asked, “But where is my wife?”

He gently replied, “She’s in Mahaveer Hospital. Don’t panic—she’s stable now.”

Without wasting another second, I rushed to the hospital, which was about two kilometers away.

Those were days before mobile phones, so I had received no message or call about what had happened. My mind was clouded with fear as I drove through the rain.

I finally learned the truth

When I reached the hospital, I finally learned the truth—my wife had suffered a miscarriage. The child we were waiting for would never see the world.

It was one of the hardest moments of my life. But what stood out in that painful night was not just the tragedy—it was the compassion that surrounded us.

Even at that late hour, I found that several of my colleagues from the bank were already there.
They had completed all the formalities for the operation, comforted my wife, and stayed by her side until I arrived.

And when I returned home days later, it was again our elderly neighbors—the Thakur couple—who cared for my recovering wife and helped us regain our strength.

They brought food, sat with her for hours, and treated our son like their own grandchild. In their kindness, I saw the reflection of everything good that humanity stands for.

Years have passed since that incident, but every time our wedding anniversary comes around, that night replays in my memory—not as a moment of sorrow, but as a lesson in compassion.

It reminds me that good neighbors are not defined by proximity of walls but by closeness of hearts.

So, what makes a good neighbor? It’s not wealth, status, or culture—it’s empathy, respect, and presence.

A good neighbor notices when something is wrong, offers a helping hand without being asked, and treats your family’s happiness and safety as part of their own.

They understand the delicate balance between giving space and offering support.

True neighbors are rare treasures

In an age where people often live behind locked doors and digital screens, true neighbors are rare treasures. They turn unfamiliar places into homes, strangers into family, and adversity into shared strength.

If the world could learn to be as kind as a good neighbor, perhaps every home would feel like a haven of peace.

So next time you greet the person next door, remember—your small act of kindness might one day become the light in someone’s darkest night.

BE HAPPY… BE ACTIVE… BE FOCUSED… BE ALIVE

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