A New Life
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The past is
deep, as they always say. And life is a bouquet of surprises. It hurts and
wounds but time heals it all. My life too has been a roller coaster ride of ups
and downs. I was once the most loved and cherished daughter of our village.
Though not really pampered by my three brothers, I was considered important and
dear. Our mother always trusted me more and let me handle all the
responsibilities. I was the one to guide the others to do tasks and I took
immense pleasure in ordering them around. And then one day a groom was chosen
for me from the many proposals that always kept coming in. The marriage took
place after they had my consent, and off I went to my in-laws’ leaving my home
behind.
It was a
happy start of a new life, far from home, nearby the rocky beaches of Mumbai. A
new chapter of my life had begun with someone who respected me, whom I was
happy to be with. But one cannot judge a person in a matter of months. Every
smiling face is not happy inside. I understood it the hard way through a nasty
game that fate played with me. After just a year to our wedding, while we were
in a vacation visiting our family and relatives, one day a news suddenly
shattered all my dreams of a blessed married life. He was no more. He had
poisoned himself in the spur of a moment loaded with stress and issues I had no
idea about.
I came back
to the same village after a period of shock, grief and mourning. People came
one after the other every day to talk to me and cheer me up. They loved me and
cared about me, I was sure of that, but they also tactfully avoided my path
early morning or before the onset of a journey. I was a widow. I was unlucky.
They couldn’t risk encounter me even accidentally lest my luck should transfer
to them. Relatives tried to console me when I was down, and whispered new
proposals to mother when I was not to be seen.
Then one day
something inspired me to stop withering away in self pity and make an attempt
to set life on a new track. Motivated by these thoughts, I arranged the
required documents, draped a good cotton wear, and went to the village school
to inquire about any vacancy in teaching positions. I wanted a job to divert my
mind from all things negative, and thankfully got one. My days got better from
there. I healed and learned to let go. Pursuing my passion as my profession
brought back my lost confidence and restored my faith in God. I also resumed my
tuition classes for secondary and high school students. I earned respect and
admiration from students, fellow colleges and parents. I saved a lot for months
together and finally renovated our old house. It felt so good to see mother and
brothers beam with joy and pride.
P.S: Hope this story
about starting a new life would be an inspiration to those embarking on a journey
of their own.
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