Painted Future

Sheela Joby | 15-Nov-2016

There are thousands of stories around us, in the books, in the TV programs, and in the movies, but just a couple of them leave a profound impact on our minds since they are heart touching. Check out you will discover such a story. It would be a story that turns out to be “your life.” That is because stories are same, differences lie only in dealing with your own story contrasts lie just in managing your own story. This is a short story that says a similar thing that everyone has issues, yet the distinction lies in managing the issues. It additionally gives a look at an existence of the individuals who have battled so far to do the fundamental necessities of life and at last, how their battle and empathy for others bring a wealth of favourable luck for them.“

Painted Future

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. She began counting numbers. Her plain white dress was an appeal for her mom. She wanted to see her little princess resembling a doll in that white pretty frock. Saniya was 4 years old, the apple of the eye of her parents. . Her dad used to call her doll.

”Mamta, listen, honey, I’ am going to the bank to get done the papers, they have still not opened my account“, Satish Kumar called out his wife Mamta. Saniya was still sleeping, and venturing into her world of fairy dreams. Satish opened the gate and went out, Mamta followed him to see off. As he started the scooter, Saniya came running out from the bed and came straight to the gate. But papa was gone by then.

Mamta came inside, closed the gate and smilingly said to Saniya, ”C’mon dear, brush your teeth and get ready for your school. I have made your favourite “paranthas” today for your lunch box.“ Mamta loved to prepare lunchbox for Saniya and especially when it was on her demand. But Saniya stood as it is, her face dropped as the gate was closed, in light of the fact that she couldn’t say bye to Dad. Mother understood what was making her doll unhappy so she came with a big smile on her face, clasped her hands around Saniya, held her and picked her up.

Painted Future

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”Saniya, papa will come home early today and we will be going to the market and also we will have dinner outside. You were asking papa last time to have dinner at a restaurant, didn’t you?“ Putting her back down on the floor and with encouragement, she said to Saniya to get ready for her school. ”Yes, I will get ready. But don’t give hot milk, I don’t like it,“ said Sanya. ”Even I don’t like it, darling, ok, we will together have cold milk,“ her mother replied. Saniya went to school happily and Mamata got engaged in her house chores. Mamta was a very simple woman who was not at all demanding. She would be contented with whatever she got, would happily do all the works and would never complain about anything even if her in- laws would say anything to her. Her in-laws did not live with them, though they had a house in the same colony. So both the families could visit each other anytime.

After getting free from the daily chores, Mamta sat down to clean her cupboard. While cleaning it, her hand accidently tumbled down a  photo frame which was kept aside the bed. It was her wedding photograph, obviously the most cherished one. It wasn’t a usual photograph of a couple sitting on the wedding stage; rather, it was clicked randomly when Mamta was about to fall due to the imbalance created by her heals and Satish had picked her before she could fall. Both of them looked at each other lovingly, as if they were not holding each other, but promising that they will be as one everlastingly.

Mamta’s face turned pale to see that photo frame broken. All her vivid memories revived and a smile came to her lips. She at once picked it up gently put it on the centre table to fix it. Suddenly the phone rang up It was a stranger on the other side, ”hello, is it Satish Kumar’s house?“ ”Yes it is, may I know who is calling?“ Mamta asked casually. A voice from the other side trembled a little, but with a cold sigh told Mamta that Satish was admitted to the hospital. It was Satish’s colleague and friend who saw Satish’s accident on the main road. He had taken him to the hospital. The phone fell from Mamta’s hand and she herself fell on the ground. For 5 minutes, she sat there still. A current like fear ran through her body and she immediately got up to call her in-laws. On her call, her mother-in-law came at once to her place, while the father in law went straight to the hospital. Mamta was inconsolable. She was asking again and again ”what will Saniya do? What will I say to her? Why is it happening to my family?“ The human mind is a treasury of knowledge, but it can never comprehend even the near future. What fate lay ahead of this family was unknown and unimaginable.

But there is one more truth of life. The more struggle and torment you find in your life, you will be made up for that in your later life. As good times never last, bad times also never last. They are phases, which come one after another. And so was this bad phase of Mamta’s family. She could not even imagine at that moment what lay ahead of her and for her daughter.

Painted Future

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Satish was paralysed after the accident. The family got into the dark phase of financial strain. Satish’s parents were there to support the wife and child of Satish, but they were not in a very good financial position. Though Satish’s mother poured all her love and moral support to her grandchild, not just that, she encouraged Mamta to get a job through which she could run the family. in this state of the family, Satish’s company where he was working could provide a little compensation money to the family, which was meagre. All these years, Mamta ran up and down for getting the right treatment for her husband. Nowhere she could find such a doctor, it was God who could cure her husband and bring back her happiness. She even turned towards the spiritual organisations where talks of peace would go on. But of no avail. Nothing worked out, no doctors, no sadhus, no pundits, no religious ceremonies and her own spirit was dampened.

At such times of struggle, it was Saniya who would be a pillar of the family. She would hold her mother’s hand and tell her favourite quote”Every dark cloud has a silver lining“.Time passed soon and Saniya was a teenager now. She wanted to help her mother so that she could earn and would never ask for money for her fees or stationary. As she was good at studies, she started taking tuitions for the kids who lived in the same area. In the evening she would arrive at home and straight away go to her papa’s room. Kissing on his forehead, she would describe her day with papa; tell him how beautiful her day passed and what she ate in the lunchtime. While Papa would blink his eyes to convey his feelings to Saniya and could smile a little.

Saniya would try each day to make his father’s fingers move. Even a slight movement of his fingers would make her excited. Both her mother and grandmother were encouraged by this little girl’s dedication. Twenty-two years passed. After a lot of efforts, Saniya was able to make her father move his right hand. He could not talk and walk, but could now at least move his hand. It was a miracle that had happened as a result of Saniya’s love and devotion, with strong prayers of Mamta and her mother-in-law. In this world, if something really works in the worst situations and when science fails, then the love, strong prayers are most important, Strong Will of your loved ones open up the ways. The light of hope comes in the dark room of your despair, it lights up even the darkest corners. If these three gifts are acquired in life, any mountain can be scaled and any river can be crossed.

Painted Future

Saniya had grown into a beautiful damsel of 26 years. She was now a Company Secretary works with a big MNC. Whereas Mamta had been in the teaching line all these years to run her small family. Saniya would get up early in the morning so that she could talk to her father. She would then get ready for her office and would leave, saying bye to her papa, happily. She never succumbed to defeat and would never express pain or sadness, even after going through such tough times.

It was Mamta’s farewell in her school. Mamta was giving her farewell speech in the school.

”Until you have known the pain in life, how will you  enjoy the happiness thus received after so much struggle. My family also received the gift of life when Saniya cracked her CS exam in one go and I turned out to be the principal of the leading school of this city. To reach this level, both of us mother and daughter underwent mental suffering and a lot of financial trouble. Almost half of our lives we lived without proper financial support. At the age of 12, she started giving tuitions to children of the primary section. This way she could earn a little bit so that she would not ask me, as my salary was meagre at that time. You can understand what I felt at that point of time, but it made me happy at the same time to see my daughter on her feet. Life is not that bad. At times, the suffering and pain seem to cross the limits. But those who come out of all these situations with courage are the real victors, and so is my family.

Of course, Sanya’s grandmother had a big hand in this victory. Without her, we would not have achieved this happiness. I pay my gratitude to all those behind my success and prosperity, my daughter Sanya, my mother in law, Mrs Sunita and last but not the least my  husband, Mr Satish Kumar, who supports me even though he cannot talk or work for the family. In his silence, I hear his feelings, in his blink of the eye, I hear his encouragement. When he moves his hand touches my hand when I'm sad, I get the strength to face any situation. Thank you once again.“

Saniya and her grandmother clapped, but they could not hold back their tears. As soon as Mamta came down from the stage, Saniya and her mother in law hugged her. Tears were rolling down, but this time the tears were of happiness, courage, determination and strength.

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Sheela Joby
Sheela Joby is a freelance writer with an experience of more than 12 yrs, Apart from writing she is into photography, travelling, music etc. You could reach her at- sjindia2013@gmail.com or visit the website. www.sjindia2013.wordpress.com