I am a Cindrella wandering about

I am a Cindrella wandering about

Posted by Padmini Seshadri on Sunday March 04, @05:59AM

A girl who wandered about thinking what she could do about her love, but unthinkingly, she had let a vast part of her life slip through her hands. Now she stands with nothing left with her excepting her own self. Now that she has understood life how bravely she lead it on.

This is the story of a small time girl name Issa, she was a very beautiful and wonderful girl. She lived with her aunt and uncle, because her parents had expired long ago, even before she could think what abc could be. Her aunt and uncle had three children of their own. But they were a real picture of a couple so understanding, so soft and very very matured. Issa was very innocent, her sisters whom she had accepted as her own sisters, were very kind, really nice cousins. Issa enjoyed living her town, of course, did not have any of the luxuries modern times could afford. But yet she had her mountains, her valleys, small streams, lot of trees and green green grass. Many of the people around knew her history and all time pitied her, she really detested their pity. Her aunt tried to make her understand it was the way the world worked, and that she was used to hearing from them about her that they must be really very nice people to adopt a child even when they had three of their own daughters. The aunt went lengths to explain this to her, but she could never understand this. As the days went by, she grew up, and finished her studies. Her high school she had scored very good, her college she excelled. She then joined a job and was working well, earning a good sum of money. Then came the avalanche in her life. She met Sohail, Sohail who was very good looking, who though not her caste was very good and did not have any bad habits. But, the big flaw was that the two families would never accept this kind of marriage, the two of them knew that. Not because of their caste differences, but as this was not the kind of marriage that would be given an acceptance any way. He was an haddicap, yes, he could not speak, he was dumb. Though through his actions he could really be apt as what he was trying to convey. He could really not get through a marriage without his missing tongue that is what Issa family felt. The whole family were against this kind of marriage, her aunt tried to explain to her, that the society which had always pitied her would pity her more now because she was wanting to marry a dumb man. But Issa could not get him off her head, her heart was set to recieve his love. Though she could not understand what he said at first, she had learnt a lot of lip reading and could manage conversing with him.

But the aunt and uncle were dead against such a relationship, she was torn, really depressed. She was contemplating of what she could do, could she leave the aunt, her cousins who always wanted the good for her. The people who did all they could to make her life happy and pleasant. The days went by, the cousins got married, but she did not want to get married. The only thing she could do was stay unmarried, that she would not be doing anything unpleasant or hurting the only parents she knew.

After many years, she remained very adamant about not marrying. When her wandering life could get her nowhere. She took the only option she could, she joined a course at Spastics for deaf and dumb. Issa then joined a job there, helped many a people. She went to remote villages, lived there alone and did help a lot of haddicapped people. She went to places where all the basic things in life were absent, like the electricity etc. She drove herself to work, work and work thinking of nothing else. The fifty year old Issa, went on, but she knew what her inspiration had been, her love, her destiny, of what she had lost in her life. Her uncle and aunt who were level headed people regretted their decision many a times later, but were very unfortunate because Issa had taken the decision of living her life for the haddicapped people.

Issa courageously faced all this, but remained in the remote villages, she never came back to her town. Her love saw that night which never dawned. A night which remained dark forever.

Once there was everything, now I stand with nothing Love for people I have now Traces of past I leave behind now.

I am seeking for treasure, in which there is pleasure. with which I can live life dear till the day I am dead and gone.