Contract with life...means a life which is totally dependent on reflection of others. I always wonder what is the real meaning of life but I still didn't find the answer , I don't know why? May be I haven't lived the life I wanted to live. But I have seen many life around me facing enough turmoil of life ,living a miserable life which is resulted of others decision and at last they face hard consequences of that.
But when they start decide for ownself they still fece indifference in family, in society ,at workplace everywhere.
So living a girls life.....I don't thinks it is that easy when we are living a average life financially.
So sometime I wonder taking your own decision is not enough to survive on this earth ,but we have to take the permission of people around us.....
I lived a village surrounded by dusty fields and a winding river.
There is a family living in my neighborhood .
And her elder daughter Prithika was my best Childhood friend who shares everything with me.And when we after many years she start telling me story of her life...
Woman in family SARITA ,Pritika's mothers life looked ordinary from a distance in a small house , but inside that house lived a story of struggle that few could truly understand . Sarita woke before sunrise everyday.Her body already aching from years of hard labor she cooked cleaned , fetched water from the distwell and then worked in her fields to earn a few money despite her constant efforts , life remained harsh .Couple have two daughters and three sons.Elder son is PRIYANK, then their elder daughter ,my friend PRITIKA who is 2 years younger than her Elder brother, and second daughter PRIYANSHI, She is also 2 years younger than her elder sister .Then 2 other boys CHOOTU and SHIVANSH. Chootu is three years younger than priyanshi and age difference between chootu and shivansh is two years.They comes from middle class family, so their family situation was not very nice. Still living a good life because they come from a farmer's family. So they have a good source of income from agriculture. Mother was not very literate, but she was a good mother. She loves her child, but she fond of her elderson. She loves him so much. She cares him, she cares of him so much that she can fulfill his every demand which he makes She also love her daughters. So she was a devotional mother, her husband RAGHAV who was well-educated, still lazy Don't want to do anything not for family and not for himself too. He was known in the village, but not for anything good.He rarely worked. Spend most of his time sitting at the tea stall and whatever little money he managed to get often disappeared into habits that brought no good to the family. I never understand what he really wanted from his life, I always saw him, Doing things Without any happiness, but he also had expectations from his elder son. That he will do something good for his family. Their primary focus on the education of elder son . They never expected anything from their daughter.
Which usually happend in middle class families where fathers only intention is to educate a boy and get married to a girl in a good family. The elder son Priyank was very good in studies. Initially, he wanted to become a doctor. So he started his studies accordingly. And girl child Pritika also started studies, which was available in nearby school and colleges. Children start growing. As children was doing There's family conditions, start deteriorating, and mother's condition was not so good.
Sarita's daughter, pritika and Priyanshi wear her emotional support. They would sit beside her at night, massaging her swollen, hands and legs, whispering "ma one day, everything will be better ", but Sarita's struggles were not just financial, her health has had been failing for years .constant back pain made it difficult for her to even stand straight. Sometimes she felt dizzy and weak but there was no time, no money and no one Care for her even when she fell sick.The house didn't stop, work didn't stop, hunger didn't stop .
And Raghav....he didn't change.
One evening star returned home after a long day in the fields.Her feet muddy and her head spinning. She found RAGHAV lying outside, complaining about food being late. Something inside her something that had stayed silent for years, finally broke.
For the first time , she didn't stay quiet
" I cannot carry everything alone anymore", She said her voice trembling, but firm."This house is yours too.These children are yours too."
Rago laughed it off at first, as he always did.But this time, the children didn't stay silent.Especially Pritika.
Pritika stepped forward." Papa, we're not children anymore.We see everything."
The air grew heavy
That night, no one spoke much, but something had shifted.
Prithika says that night " I was very disturbed and I write a poetry" she write up poetry, which is her way to solve her problems and clear her mind. She doing it continuously from very early age.
Her poetry was...
" zindagi chand Sitara ki kahani to nhi hoti
Log jitna kahte hai utni hi suhane to nhi hoti
Main ji rhi hu sari bandisho ko khud me samete
Sari kahaniyo ko khud me uljhakar
Koi to mera bhi bhi hamsafar ho
Jo mere Dard baant le aisa koi to hamdard ho
Main ummed hu khud ki
Mujhe itna yakeen hai
Par saathi mera bhi ho
Jo mere pankho ko udaan de .....
Le jaye door mujhe is duniya ki rivayton se
Kuch Der ke liye hi sahi
Main meri ban jaun....
Next day, when pritheka woke up , she saw her mother still not woke up,
She passed away quietly without asking for anything in return for all she had done.
But her life was not meaningless.
She left behind strength in her children,
Love in their hearts,
and a story of courage that would never be forgotten.
She may be gone,
but her struggles and sacrifice will always live on.
AND Pritika's life was shattered at that time.because she knows that now she will be responsible for everything.....