From the moment we started to listening the stories from grandmaa..till date .evry story was started with once upon a time.... and ended with. ... in dis way story ended happily....
But der are some stories neither started with once upon a time.... n nor will end with...in dis way story ended happily..
Western Maharashtra. ...the land of suger... I came across few wrkr..whos duty was to cut d sugercane n load it in to trolleys....those ppl were born hardworker..i saw some woman's who were pregnant but they workd hard all day by lifting almost 2 ton sugarcane on head and loading into trolleys...unfortunately evry woman was helpless..
'nakusa' was one of them...she ws pregnant by 8 months...n also having child of 2.5 years...aftr donky work she came back on... 'khopa' a place wer they living temporary made frm rough bambu sticks,her just married but alone sistr was with her whose age was arround 16-17..her husbnd died by aids.she was helpin to her sis. One day hr 2.5 yrs child was playing with d weapon and suddenly his hand slipped and i saw d fountain of blood.. Her mom tied 1 cloth to it....it was horrible seen for me.suddenly i saw her sister... i saw some scratches on her face.i was dat much matured to guess about possibilities..my that day ended with simpathy to them...
in the next morning..i saw..that woman was abscent...i asked few ppl....n d truth i heard was horribly horrible..
Dat nyt She gave a birth to child at that khopat..n within few second it died..her sistr cried out in reaction.nakusa's husbund was drunk..head of d whole Group took that child n went to throw him somwer. When head of grp came back n he saw her sister...der was cruelity in his eyes...
Aftr two days again i saw evry1 working in field.....i felt depressed i came bak to hom from farm...i asked dad..can we help her?....dad smiled n replied...'ask her ! She want help or not..'
In aftrnun when she ws takin rest..i asked."..hw can u dis much tough..y u cant fight against it ?..." she smiled.....n replied n it was d horrible truth about life..........
My child, som stories are without start and end....mine s one of them..tell me what shld i do to change my life...i told mny options..n evrytym she crossed it..in d end i felt bad about her..she replied... dont be nervous.. look at my child...i saw her child....n......"he came to her , she gave one piece of sugercane to him...he was very happy with that piece.."
She replied again..my child..look evn aftr cuttin two finger of hand...he s happy...my pain s nothing infrnt of him....n...suddenly few tears came out..she said "thanks none before discussed such moments with me".
i never seen her aftr that moment... but still i knw...dis story has no end...i may not b able to help upto the level....but fr sure i made her strong...just by talking wit her..........
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