In loneliness, my sobbing eyes got entangled in memories and kept hurting.

in search of light

stringing the pearls of scattered desires

The wind was blowing slowly and I was sitting aside thinking about my future.

My father used to drink a lot and used to beat my mother every night. The sound of my mother’s crying was often heard from the room. We three brothers and sisters could not do anything.

The sound of my mother’s cry still echoes in my ears. Sometimes I feel pain thinking about the past. I am unable to express my feelings to anyone.

Whenever I am alone, the same painful memories keep following me.

Those marks of beating on mother’s body still show their form in front of me.

I cannot forget that one last night when my mother consumed poison. I was 9 years old at that time. I was scared to see my mother crying and in pain. Mother was telling me that daughter, I will leave you all now. I am with God, may you all stay well.

When I heard this, I ran away without slippers and called one of my mother’s friends. She got her admitted to the hospital the same night.

Papa had gone to the gambling den that night. Mummy was in the government hospital but even then she needed money. There was no money at home and I broke my piggy bank and took out all the money from it and gave it to the doctor. Seeing so many coins, the doctor Asked me who gave you this money? I told everything to the doctor. The doctor did not take money from mom and returned all my money to me in a box.

He scolded the mother a lot and said that on whose support were you leaving your children, you do wrong things, you consume poison.

And that very night, my mother got a new life. Mom’s friends and I came home with my mother.