One month and a week.Phew!Can you believe it?I just cant believe that the war lasted so long.But finally all's well that ends well.I won.I defeated it.Yes..I defeated laziness and here I am updating my blog.
Holi - The festival of colors.The day when problems take a backseat,when life is for the taking and of course the day of Gulab Jamuns.But is every Indian celebrating today?No,I am not talking about the family of the martyrs of the Mumbai attack.Certainly they aren't celebrating.But they have their heads held up high.Here I am talking about certain sections of our society which just refuses to get going,which blankly rejects any flickr of hope.
My post is a story about a girl called Tuli.She isn't illeterate but has studied till class 4 and has been out of touch of books for a long time.This is her story and if you find that her English is not upto the mark please excuse her(or if you want to blame,blame her not me) .Its a small but not sweet story.
My name is Tuli.My father name is Haria.My mother name is Pushpa.I live in a village called Goria in Uttar Pradesh.I study in Bal Vidya Mandir till class 4.But after that mother tell me to start doing household work.My father is a farmer and mother is a maid.She go to work in the nearby city.I also sometimes go with her in the city.It has big buildings and big cars.Also it has many shops.In our village there is only one shop.But even then I was very happy with my life.
But all this was long time back.
Six years back,Laltu Seth tell father that he marry me.Father works for Laltu seth.Laltu Seth is very bad man.He is as old as my Dadaji.He having two wives.One died and other run away.So I cried and cried.I not want to leave my mother.But father beat me.He tell that Laltu seth was paying him money for this marriage.So after a week I was Laltu seth's wife.He was very bad.
He came home drunk and beat me.He wanted me to clean his entire house.It was very big house.
Once I ran away from that place and came back home.But father beat me.He tell it is shameful.
I do not understand that.Why is it shameful?
So next day I was back in Laltu Seth's house.I pray to God to help me.
One fine morning God help me.Laltu seth died.I was so happy that I will go back to stay with my mother.But then all Old people and young people of the village come and they cry.But I ask Why?Laltu was a bad man.Hearing this people beat me.The old ladies gave me a white saree to wear and asked me to stay in a seperate hut outside the village.But why me?What have I done?What is my fault?But people say I am cursed.They say Laltu died because of me.I cry and ask for mercy.But they say that I am a widow and should stay as one.
Now I live in a hut just outside the village.Once in a month someone from the village comes and keeps food and other items outside the door and goes.I can see the village from my house.But no one comes to meet me.It has been 5 years.I tried meeting my mother but could not.I know she must be crying there for me.Last Diwali when I tried to go to village to burn candle,people curse me,they say bad words to me and beat me.After that I never go back there.
Today is Holi.I saw Bhola,my friend playing Holi but I cannot.
God did not help me.After all this I want to ask God, Why me??What have I done?
