ART-CREATIVE WRITING

Assignment

Assignment

Story

My whole days and nights were smoothly running until the death of my husband. It happened after a catastrophic drought, just as the rainy season started and the drought turned into a flood. There was no food and my village was flooded. My children were crying for food an d I couldn't make them understand that the crops had been destroyed by the drought.

I married my husband when I was 17 during the rainy season. The gentle cool breeze and shower are the romantic memories I had of that time. Raju, my husband was an auto mechanic, came from a higher class, rich family than to me. I love the time when he occasionally took me for a ride in the country. It was proud to own a car.

On every evening, after Raju finished work, he would come home with a bag full of vegetables and fruits. My only responsibility was to cook for him and love him. After 8 months of marriage, I became pregnant, and in this time I saw my husband's love for me. He cooked and did home chores out of care for me.

My husband wanted the baby boy, but I gave birth to a beautiful girl. We gave her the name Amba “goddess Durga”. As Amba started experiencing her new world, she made the bond between my husband and me even closer. Not long later I became pregnant again. At the birth of our second child my husband was ecstatic because he now had a son. We had already chosen the name Amal for our son before the birth. Amal adored his older sister, and for Amba, Amal was everything.

We all were jointly living with Raju and his family but his family doesn't like that Raju got married to lower caster girl. In Raju's family, their relatives and other family members were educated and at least running their own small businesses. But at my end, every person was slave or doing small service. I still remember that Raju never objected on my family members that what they are doing or not, but he was only concerned about me and my children. Most of the time his parents used to taunt me regarding my poverty, but Raju always supported me on those situations. One day Raju's father & mother visited Raju home. They came with terrible news that Raju died in a motor bike accident. Those killing words almost made me dead and I got unconscious on that time. After days of my Husband's death, my in-laws wanted the kids back, which I could not do that. They did not even allow me to see my husband's dead body due to untouchable and seeing percept of lower case people which is considered as a bad luck for higher class. After suffering from these treatments by my in-laws, I decided to run away from their boundaries with my kids.

It was very difficult for me to look after my both children with safety and healthy food as I ...