Sleepily, I swung from one side to other in my bed. I heard someone stomping around here and there in my room. Irritated of the noise, I woke up. Initially I feared that it might be a thief. I switched on the light lying nearby, and saw a female pacing in my room...! Was it a ghost…?? Alarmed, I hollered at her to identify herself. To my surprise, she was crying. I felt as if she wanted to say something to me. I developed some sense of sympathy for her. Slowly, I got up from my bed and hesitantly I offered her some water and asked why she was crying. She warmed up a bit and narrated her story. After hearing her story, a chill ran through my spine. Her story seemed so unreal…nothing like I have heard before. I tried to reason why this ghost had come to me. What did it expect from me? How could I help her in any manner…'aa chal ke tuzhe mai le kar chaloo ek aese gagan ke tale' kind of a situation had arisen. I gave her a hug trying to soothe her. I held on to her and lend her my shoulder to cry on. I could relate myself with the child hero of 6th Sense. At this time she calmed down and composed herself. She waved her hand. Suddenly I started shivering and pulled the quilt closer to me. OMG...where was the ghost... was this just a dream..??? But it felt so real…so genuine. I was sweating from head to toe. The water bottle on the bedside table was half empty…who took this water...? The ghost had vanished into thin air…
My server at the top started rebooting itself. It went in to the archive folder and dragged out a real life experience of a woman.
She was young, beautiful and gracious, a moon among stars. A financially independent woman, supporting a family of three sisters and a mother. Life was smooth and flowing like a calm river. The only hurdle was the absence of her father, who had left to heavenly abode when she was just 15. At this tender age, when kids look for father figure, there was a vacuum. Her mother struggled a lot in rearing the girls, to give them good education, saved from the cruel hands of the society. After getting PG she joined a government job, a relieving factor for her mother.
As soon as she attained a suitable age for marriage, the family started looking for a suitable groom. Since there was demand for dowry in the same caste marriage, the family decided to marry her intercast. The boy was smart and working in one of the largest government sector company. Without knowing the man, she embraced and accepted him with all his sins and virtues. The perfect match. Dreams came true. What else was needed in life? A Job, smart husband and a house for shelter.
But all of sudden, the train of life took a sudden brake. Time stopped. All dreams shattered like a splintered glass. Mr. Husband did not respect and maltreated her. The woman, once a highly respected individual in the Indian society, was not respected in her own house. She was a high earner, independent, attractive and loving. Why Mr. Hubby treated her like a trash bin...Possibly Mr. Hubby had a bad child hood…he was not taught how to treat a woman, even if she was an enemy... probably he had seen lot of domestic disturbance in his child hood. He might have developed a psychological disorder. The irony of life is that in spite of all violence and ill treatments she still wanted to live with him and did not want to leave him. She had so much positive attitude, patience, strong will and determination. For the sake of her family, once again she sacrificed her happiness and life. She was in this trap since childhood...Sacrifice is another name of Life…
Life changed its side, all of sudden another twist came in to her life. An old acquaintance met her after about 24 years. The first time they had met, she was young, doing her job sincerely. Attracted with her, he used to write snippets about her. But she ignored him as there were a lot of people who got attracted with her charm. He was no extra ordinary, why to keep remembering him. Only memory she had about him were his snippets which he had written about her. After 24 years, that person stood in front of her all of sudden, looking for the same woman, with whom he had got attracted in his teens.
He brought happiness in to her life. She started sharing her personal life with him. Telephone calls / SMS/ chat and couple of long drives. These things changed her life. She started liking him and demanded more time with him. That guy had his own family responsibilities and a tough job. In spite of all this, he allowed intrusion in his own life. An impact of this was that she left taking anti depressant and sleeping pills. Her life had got some meaning now. A small spring had come at the dawn age. There was bliss in the air. The guy could even read her mind. She had got an outlet. She started throwing everything in to him like a deep well.
Alas...This too did not last long...her teenage son objected to this. He accused her of disloyalty with his father. He knew about her insult and domestic violence since 25 years. He justified all his father's acts in a few minutes. It was like a darkening of her life again. Her family could not tolerate her personal joys and happiness and the positive impact on their own family life.
Her soul felt trapped in some cage, where she sacrificed a lot. First, for her siblings and now for her kids. She was in trap of this cruel vicious circle of life and she was unable to come out of it.
This is the Trap of Life... that the ghost had just explained....
My server at the top started rebooting itself. It went in to the archive folder and dragged out a real life experience of a woman.
She was young, beautiful and gracious, a moon among stars. A financially independent woman, supporting a family of three sisters and a mother. Life was smooth and flowing like a calm river. The only hurdle was the absence of her father, who had left to heavenly abode when she was just 15. At this tender age, when kids look for father figure, there was a vacuum. Her mother struggled a lot in rearing the girls, to give them good education, saved from the cruel hands of the society. After getting PG she joined a government job, a relieving factor for her mother.
As soon as she attained a suitable age for marriage, the family started looking for a suitable groom. Since there was demand for dowry in the same caste marriage, the family decided to marry her intercast. The boy was smart and working in one of the largest government sector company. Without knowing the man, she embraced and accepted him with all his sins and virtues. The perfect match. Dreams came true. What else was needed in life? A Job, smart husband and a house for shelter.
But all of sudden, the train of life took a sudden brake. Time stopped. All dreams shattered like a splintered glass. Mr. Husband did not respect and maltreated her. The woman, once a highly respected individual in the Indian society, was not respected in her own house. She was a high earner, independent, attractive and loving. Why Mr. Hubby treated her like a trash bin...Possibly Mr. Hubby had a bad child hood…he was not taught how to treat a woman, even if she was an enemy... probably he had seen lot of domestic disturbance in his child hood. He might have developed a psychological disorder. The irony of life is that in spite of all violence and ill treatments she still wanted to live with him and did not want to leave him. She had so much positive attitude, patience, strong will and determination. For the sake of her family, once again she sacrificed her happiness and life. She was in this trap since childhood...Sacrifice is another name of Life…
Life changed its side, all of sudden another twist came in to her life. An old acquaintance met her after about 24 years. The first time they had met, she was young, doing her job sincerely. Attracted with her, he used to write snippets about her. But she ignored him as there were a lot of people who got attracted with her charm. He was no extra ordinary, why to keep remembering him. Only memory she had about him were his snippets which he had written about her. After 24 years, that person stood in front of her all of sudden, looking for the same woman, with whom he had got attracted in his teens.
He brought happiness in to her life. She started sharing her personal life with him. Telephone calls / SMS/ chat and couple of long drives. These things changed her life. She started liking him and demanded more time with him. That guy had his own family responsibilities and a tough job. In spite of all this, he allowed intrusion in his own life. An impact of this was that she left taking anti depressant and sleeping pills. Her life had got some meaning now. A small spring had come at the dawn age. There was bliss in the air. The guy could even read her mind. She had got an outlet. She started throwing everything in to him like a deep well.
Alas...This too did not last long...her teenage son objected to this. He accused her of disloyalty with his father. He knew about her insult and domestic violence since 25 years. He justified all his father's acts in a few minutes. It was like a darkening of her life again. Her family could not tolerate her personal joys and happiness and the positive impact on their own family life.
Her soul felt trapped in some cage, where she sacrificed a lot. First, for her siblings and now for her kids. She was in trap of this cruel vicious circle of life and she was unable to come out of it.
This is the Trap of Life... that the ghost had just explained....
