No one does something beside own safety just to save other. No one consistently exploits own body for other's affluence. No one but her. Life doesn't go as we contemplate; this was the virtual reality she got when she was not fully formed to perceive it.
Obscure to pain, affliction, betrayal, exploitation and struggle she webbed at the age of 13, the age, when most of us are known to be a child. She became the prey of delusion and baseless norms of our conservation society. She dealt with familiar torture, unspoken agony and hidden malice. After she detached from home, her life reveled with meanness. She was never treated as a human being rather she substituted the machine.
Her morning starts from 2 AM with grains to grinned and whole house to be scrubbed. After having these tasks fulfilled, she proceeds to clear the shed. Even animals could sense her presence the fatigued body, restless eyes and aching trunk. She feeds them, milk them with coarse hand marked with unlucky palm lines. She fetches water in a pitcher in the basket on her back, up the hills and down the slopes as daily chore of her work. Now its time to go to field before anybody gets up in the house. There she muddles up her sweat with the mud. Even nature pitied for her. She returns home, exile for her, loaded with grass. Emptied stomach, lost energy and exhausted body is all with which she is damned.
She was 19, the age of little maturity, when she doubled. This was the precious moment she never had in her life. She could sense the tenderness, warmth of life and pounding of that little heart. That love aroused, the thought of doing something not to let innocence shelter under the roof of injustice. Despite several hurdles pelted on her she became stronger day by day without proper food, care and love.
However pathetic life she had, she could relieve herself twice or thrice a year having her grievances shared with her mother. But this was also snatched so viciously that her soul got pricked every second. Having tragedy from all sides, she was almost lost in this messed up life. But her child, eyes full of hopes , stomach empty and mouth full of hunger was waiting for her.
She was erected a small bamboo house. This was her house, her matter of pride and this was the first triumph over her life. She overworked there but this was for her family, love hidden and full of support. She turned the useless hell to happy heaven. She overworked but she enjoyed. she huddled but she was happy. She without any guidance nursed her blood, filled culture and proved to be an ideal for him. She was illiterate but didn't let her child become so. She made him able, showed the direction and scoured for his prosperity.
This is her life full of anguish, struggle and torture. She hustle in the river smeared with violence. hatred and torture. No proper diet, no love how one could become strong. But she win the life.
