Came across a life story (his own) narrated by a stylish and talented Indian actor of yesteryear called Jackie Shroff.
He was describing his own poverty-stricken upbringing. Some 6-7 people slept huddled on the floor of his 1 room house.
When he or his siblings would cough as kids, his mother would just reach out and put her hand on their chest and and rub and calm them down.
And then, he says, they became rich and famous. Big cars and big houses.
No more sleeping huddled together on the floor. Everyone had their own rooms. And one day his mother suffered a heart attack in the adjacent room and passed away.
Jackie recounted how as the money came, the walls came too. His mother was in the other room, behind the walls, and so he couldn’t hear her cry out for help. Nobody heard her, else she might have been saved. He says that if he didn’t have the money, they may still have been sleeping on the floor together, and he would have immediately known his mother’s discomfort and saved her.
So thoughtful isn’t it?