I Will Be Your Son: Hope & Faith
The home of the Shrivastavas had lost its roof. In the days to come a dull gloom took over their abode. Like the rusted leaves of autumn, each sentiment of the family went dry and the child of the house Ayushi… went morose. The loss of the father became an irreparable puncture in her soul. In days to come she saw her mother consumed by depression and her sisters ripped of any guidance.
Her grandmother, a traditional Indian In-law started to blame Mrs. Shrivastava for the death for her son. Since the ancient Indian traditions this kind of woman subordination had been a common practice. She would scorn at her, “You vamp! You ate away my son”. Ayushi would clench her fists in anger but she was helpless, she was a mere child.
Mrs. Shrivastava was a skilled gynecologist and as for now the only bread winner for the family. But the loss of her husband accompanied by the jeers of her In-laws had tore her apart and propelled her into acute depression, a black hole where once lost, recovery seems impossible.
Ayushi saw it all. The young mind was clever enough to realize the broken state of her family and the gradual doom they awaited. At this tender age she could see the devastation which had took over her loved ones and the incoming losses this present state of jeopardy would foster.
She noticed her sisters being made fun at school, her uncles exploiting her house’s premises for their own shrewd profits, her grandmother torturing her mother with excruciating amounts of pain and stress… she noticed her papa’s world falling apart!
“My daughter! My princess”, a mourning voice echoed, “How gravely I have failed you! I am alone up here and I cry each moment looking at all of you. Such despair you face at the hands of MY ill fate. I cannot express how sorry I am my child, but my soul bears umpteen scars from the pain you suffer. I yearn to see all of you smile. My soul will only reach redemption when I see the happiness and rise of my family which I have left in such shackles… I am sorry my child” the voice sobbed, “I am sorry” … and it fainted away.
Ayushi suddenly sat up from her sleep, trembling and yelled in sudden spurts of hope,” Papa! Papa! Don’t go… don’t leave us Papa! We have no one!”, but the dream had already ended.
That night sleep eluded Ayushi. The words of the dream kept echoing in her mind…, “I yearn to see all of you smile. My soul will only reach redemption when I see the happiness and rise of my family.” Unlike any other child who would have succumbed to such losses and got lost in the mists of doom, Ayushi decided to act. She decided to bring redemption to the soul of her beloved father. She built a determination to bring out her family from the broken state. She decided to fight for her life.
“I will set you free papa! I will see to it that no one you love has to suffer. I will live your dreams. I will make you proud. I will take care of everything.”
The night is darkest, just before the dawn and now with fresh will Ayushi, during that one night became hell bent to bring about the dawn for her family.
to be continued