Gaiety of good days! Part 3.

 The sequel -

Bad and bleak...



Shanti's escape was only reminiscing about her days back in her village.

Nothing was urban there. The rural weather was fragrant and pure. It smelled of cows, sheep and cattle, but was all organic.


Shanti, being a girl wasn't admitted in the school. She didn't know how to read and write. But she never felt the need. She was happy helping her mother with household chores. Milking the cows, covering the courtyard with cowdung, drawing rangoli. She loved the aroma of cooked rice and dal. When she removed the hot lid to check if the dal was cooked and got burnt, her mother used to blow at it and immerse her hand in cold water. She felt loved with such small gestures.


After finishing her work, she used to run through the golden fields. Swaying her hands and not caring who was watching. She danced under the big banyan tree in their farm. She chased the butterflies on the colourful flowers around.








Shanti was a polite and well mannered girl. All the girls in the village played together, hopscotch, tag, hide and seek. They went on picnics to nearby waterfalls with their moms in monsoons. In summers the girls played in the pool at the farms. In winters they got together in a common place and shared stories, fairytales of kings, queens, Prince and Princesses. Shanti's favourite was the one in which the prince rode a white horse and held the princess's hand and took her along to his castle, to live happily everafter.


She frequently dreamt of her prince charming. "He will come to the village and ask my hand in marriage. He will take me to a beautiful place and make me his princess", she would fantasise.


And it happened, one day a handsome young man came to their village from a far away city. He asked Shanti's hand for marriage. His family lived in the nearby village. But after his parents death he had moved to the city. And then after his education he had shifted to a foreign country. He wanted to marry a girl from the village to carry forward their culture, he said. Shanti's parents were delighted on hearing this. "But Shanti isn't educated", they confirmed. "Doesn't matter", he had assured them. "I will be there with her, so you don't have to worry". These words relieved Shanti's family of all the worries.



They got married and Shanti perceived it as the happiest day of her life.




She was excited for her first travel outside the village. Her first train travel, her first airplane travel. It was all new and astonishing to her. Her husband treated her like a princess. She was very happy. She slowly was getting used to this new culture. Everything around had good vibes. She felt that she was blessed. Until she knew the hidden motive of her husband, to marry an uneducated girl and bring her to a foreign country as a maid not a wife.






#Fiction


We hear several such stories of girls getting married off to NRI's and then they are treated badly. Some keep on enduring till their last breath and some like Shanti either end their life or seek revenge. Do we call the act an Evil one? Or do we justify saying there's some good, some bad and sometimes evil in each one of us.



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