An 82-year-old woman deposited money 14 times a week. The bank staff got suspicious and called the police. When the door opened, everyone was surprised and started crying bitterly.
An 82-year-old woman deposits money 14 times a week, the bank staff got suspicious and called the police. When the door opened, everyone was shocked and started crying bitterly. A small co-operative bank branch at the corner of Aminabad market is usually not crowded. But for the past week now, the staff here have been noticing one particular guest—an octogenarian woman walking slowly with sloping, white-haired clothes in a simple sari. She comes almost every day, and requests to send money to the same account every time, just that the amount is different. In just seven days, she has sent money 14 times.
At first, everyone thought that her children and grandchildren were far away and needed help. But over time, it became even more unusual: the amount was not small—sometimes thousands of rupees. Every time she signed the papers, her thin hands trembled, her eyes sparkled with worry, as if she were afraid of something.
The tailor named Ananya began to get suspicious. He asked cleverly, but the old lady stammered:
“I… I’m sending this to my grandson, he needs it urgently. ”
Ananya felt that that evasive face was not like someone who was happily helping her grandson. He reported it to the Branch Manager, Mr. Verma. After a brief conversation, the management decided to report it to the police because they were concerned that the elderly woman might be a victim of fraud or extortion—incidents that were frequent with the elderly.
That afternoon, the Hazratganj police station and bank staff came to his house – a small house in a deep lane in the Chowk area. The wooden door was slightly open. When the knock came, all that could be heard was the old woman’s hoarse breath from inside. It took him a while to open the door.
As soon as they entered, everyone was stunned.
The house was cramped, dark, and had some old things. A middle-aged man lurked on a cot against the wall, his body emaciated, feet dry and unable to move. The old woman introduced tremblingly…: This…
Raghav, my son… More than 10 years ago, he met with a road accident and has been paralysed since then. ”
The frail man looked up, his eyes full of helplessness. It turned out that all the money he had sent was not to a stranger but to pay hospital fees, medicines and even the loans taken for his son’s treatment.
The elderly woman burst into tears, her thin shoulders trembling:
“I was afraid that people would take pity on me if they found out, so I lied and said I sent this money to my grandson. He used to be the foundation of the family… Now I have to take care of it. He always told me to keep it a secret, because he didn’t want anyone to worry about it…”
The police and bank staff were stunned. They thought he had been cheated—but what followed was a family tragedy.
Ananya came to her holding her wrinkled hand:
“Why didn’t Aji ask for help from the neighbours or the panchayat office?”
She nodded, tears streaming down her face:
“I’m used to enduring. As long as I can take care of my son every day… I’m ready to do anything. ”
The news spread quickly in the neighborhood. People, Mahila Mandal, charities and ward officers shook hands. A small fund was created to help pay for the treatment of mother and son; The charity arranged for doctors at home; The volunteers took turns to clean, cook khichdi and make hot tea to make mom less tired.
On the day he received first aid, the elderly woman held her son’s hand tightly, and choked up:
“Son… I found out I’m not alone. There are still many good-hearted people. ”
Raghav, though weak, was trying to smile; His eyes were shining with hope.
From that day on, the little house is no longer as gloomy as it used to be. Neighbors came to talk and help him with cleaning. Volunteer doctors and nurses regularly came to check on him. Despite his advancing age and frail health, he felt as if his spirit had been revived.
The story of an 82-year-old woman who sent money 14 times a week is not only a warning about unusual signs that need attention, but also proves that behind every strange move there is sometimes a deep pain that we would not have expected.
And most of all, it reminds us that kindness and sharing can change lives, even on the darkest days.
