Friday 19 September 2014

35 years of a sorrows and suffering ( chapter - 1 )

Hello my dear readers , today i am going to write  a real story of a real woman ( my known ) who gave up her all dreams because of her husband , her in-laws , her kids and for society. Out of 54 years of her life she spend 35 years as a no less then a slave. This is not just a story but a story of suffering, story of the pain in life of a married lady, story of her never breaking trust in God, story of her love with her daughter the only one who cared for her. Soon i am going to publish a novel on this story because i cannot write each and every details here. All the copyrights of this story is with me.  I am going to change the name and location for privacy concern. I will tell you about her journey via my blogs which will continue under the same blog. Which means daily you can check this blog for further updates.
Chapter - 1

Prakash was a smart and intelligent guy but he was aggressive too. After finishing his studies he joined police force in 1950. After 4 years he got married to a beautiful girl , chandarkala. They started living in Aadampur but soon they shifted to delhi because of his job. Chandarkala was a homely girl soon she was expecting with the first baby and in 1955 she gave birth to a lovely girl child. That baby girl was named as Sarita . As you know in Indian society most of people want a boy baby . But this girl Sarita was no less than a boy for her mother. As time was passing Chandarkala gave birth to three other girls one by one. And all this was happening in a want of boy baby. They were giving a try in order to get a boy baby.Actually it was only Praksh and her mother's will . Chandarkala was not allowed to say anything against their will. Her parents were dead. So she was totally dependent on his husband. Sarita helps her mother in taking care of her other three sisters.
 After having 4 girls, Chandarkala gave birth to twin boys. But physically she became very weak . Now the whole responsibility of the kids was on Eldest girl Sarita. She used to take care of her siblings. She took them to school, feed them on a time and also do household works. But she was dearest to her mother. She was living her life in a her own way.Her family was having all the facilities which every upper middle class family had at that time. She was very fond of photographs , i mean she loved to get clicked. At that time cameras were not affordable to everyone. So she usually went to the shop to get clicked and she also took her brothers along with her. In short she was a man of the house. She was very good at studies and she wanted to become a teacher but those were not the times when a girl could easily opt for whatever she wanted to achieve . But still she completed her higher secondary education and apply for graduation.
                           But there was something else in her fate. Soon one of her  father's cousin came with a marriage proposal for Sarita. Sarita refused it first but later on that lady showed her the picture of that handsome guy and sarita got carried away by his looks. Her father's cousin also told them that this guy is very rich , your daughter will live as a queen. In the end they said yes to that proposal. That handsome guy was yuvraj . He send her a card which was in a shape of Taj mahal . She was flattered by his gestures. Soon her future in-laws decided to come to delhi to see her .
One day she went to market on cycle , wearing jeggings and shirt and on the way back to home she saw one lady and guy sitting on rikshaw ,who were heading towards her home. She got the hint that they were her future in-laws. She crossed them in hurry . At home after meeting ..both families fixed everything and guy's family refused to take anything ( dowry ). They want a simple marriage. Everyone was very happy. That girl started dreaming about her future wedding life. But she had no idea at that time it will be bed of thorns instead of roses.

Continued...

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