Chapter 3 The Birth

​Her life began on a melodious note, except for few quibbles, which signify a beautiful daughter in law and mother in law relation, life started to revolve around taking care of her family and  handling daily chores. Life always has been quite simple and uncomplicated, complications were never meant for her. 

Slowly she was acquainting to her new home and its people. Slowly but steadily she was building up new relations , putting her soul into the house and the people dwelling in it. Respecting elders and loving young ones was inculcated in her as taught to every child of our society. We are taught since childhood, giving love brings back love, but what we never realise is that life sometimes push us into situations which are at odds to what we have been learning our entire life. In beginning the ‘Love motto’ worked for her but she was oblivious of the hidden motives behind those smiles.

Things started to change slowly and gradually over a period of time. It Initiated with taking her jewellery which our parents gave and few burnt marks which her mother in law gifted because of her  rage. Her mother in law was a lady of short temper. She was cunning enough and has perfected the art of turning the tables. Tales of her wickedness can be heard from neighbours,  she wished if only our parents would have enquired about her in laws and their family, instead they overlooked everything for the house they own and somewhat established business. They forgot to realise money can buy everything but not  happiness. Happiness is  love reciprocated for care and love we give, happiness which is found in little things we often ignore. But as the deed was done, she had no other option but to live with the circumstances. If things have stopped there, she would have lived her entire life there but things got so sour that even burnt chapati were welcomed with burnt marks on her. Worse was even Harish supported his mother and turned blind eye to all what was happening. She was punished for the fact that even today girls are taught to be submissive since their childhood. Things beginning with pity wishes, ended up facing such circumstances.

She didn’t had heart enough to oppose what was happening with her neither did she told anyone about this, again for the fact girls are taught after marriage they belong to in laws. Little loopholes in our society sometimes bring unbearable wrath in our own lives. Aghast, it was just the beginning of the storm that was yet to come.

Situation began to deteriorate, she was thrashed now and then, sometimes it was from her mother in law and sometimes from my brother in law. It becomes difficult for me to understand at times, how can a woman fail to understand a woman, even after undergoing through similar phases of life.

As the burnt marks and the red eyes kept increasing, the silent storm had begin to build inside her. She bore all this for the family she left behind, for she knew her parents would never be able to fulfil the exquisite demands of her in laws.

For months, she was locked in the room without enough food and water, little corner of that tattered room acted as loo to her. It was then, she felt, it can never get worse than this, and a rebel was slowly being born in  that submissive girl. Limbs crying out of pain and eyes with anger, tears dropping down, was the volcano which atlast erupted. 

Broken limbs rather soul was what was left of her. Nothing left to lose, gave her the strength to break the shackles, which brought back the part of her that she misses the most and gave a new life to her withered soul and soon she was out of her place of confinement, stepping into world of eccentricity, oblivious to what lie on other side. All she knew, she was leaving the worst behind and was resurrecting herself.