She stood alone in the rain under an umbrella that she
carried . It was dark in the night and she was clueless where to go. When her
body drentched in the waters outside, her soul swam in the tears inside. Her
helpless eyes looked around to see if she found any familiar faces around but
she failed in vain. At the age of 50, all she owned was a hat that was a memory
of her dead husband, who loved the hat and wore with all pride when he went out,an umbrella which she bought from her meager savings to protect her child from rain and a bag . As she slid her hand into the bag that grew old with her, she
found only medicines which had already given up to help her fight cancer.
She felt weak in her knees due to her age and more due to
her devastated life. Her faded memories took over her emotions. Alone there, she
stood and recalled how she had worked all her life to bring up her one and only
son when he lost his father just after a year of coming to earth. He was the
only reason for her happiness. She lived her dreams in him. She had done
everything possible to make him smile. She ate the leftovers and most of the
times drank only water when she made sure her child never missed a meal. She didnot deny him of education. She
celebrated him. Loved him immensely. And stood by him with all her might as a
single parent,a lady power. She disconnected with her own family when she was forced time and
again to marry for the second time.Afterall, they had felt that she should not remain alone at the age of
20 for the rest of her life. As she held her kid in her both the hands close to her chest she found a reason to live.Live for him.
She had named her only reason to live as ‘Surya’ hoping that
he would shine in prosperity and be the light to other lives.The light to eliminate darkness. But, he had left his
own mother in darkness. Homeless and hopeless.
Well written Rashmi!:)
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