Monday, January 30, 2006

The story of Kajri

Born in a family of three sons and four daughters Kajri was the fifth child. Tall, fair, slim, a bomb-shell of her times. The guys in her school used to die on her walk, on her long black tresses and on her mesmerising smile. She was too smart and forward for her age but not outgoing. Hailing from a very well-to-do family she was able to update herself with what was latest in the fashion front. From bel-bottoms to corduroy pants to smart kurtis to sarees she used to look awesome in whatever she wore. She was the princess.

Kajri, amongst all the siblings, used to speak the least. So Kajri's mother used to be very worried about her as to how she is going to manage the challenges that a woman has to face in her life. She had a world of her own, her share of dreams, her own fantasies and nobody was privileged enough to know them. Her silence wanted to say something all the time. Deep thoughtful eyes with thick layer of kohl and shaped in eyelashes. She never seemed to be conscious about her beauty though. It was immaterial for her. She wanted to look good only in her world and used to bother about the comments that her fictitious characters used to make on her. A damn to all the compliments that other girls would normally die for.

She used to have fun playing with her sisters and brothers though. Family was something she can die for. A disciplinarian father and a caring mother, she was blessed with everything. She cherished her childhood. But her silence was not without any reason..she was the most intuitive amongst all. Kajri lost the purpose of her life, her mother, when was in her 3rd standard. Soon there was a vacuum in her, a void to be filled. But who? Nobody at that early age could provide any solace to her. She withdrew herself more in her world. And then when she had just started to recover she lost her father when in 9th standard. Life lost all its impotance to her.

She did not die. Optimism and sense of self- belief kept her alive. I will have my better days is what she kept on telling herself. There will be somebody who will hug me tightly and not let me fall off in pieces. She started living again. A phoenix born from the ashes I suppose.

And then she attained her puberty and off to be married soon...she had decided not to compromise on this, come what may. She only nodded a yes when she found the guy who was straight out of her Utopian world. She happily got married to her Man and was blessed with a little Kajri soon.

Moral of the story: Just stick on. Things will take time to happen but then surely someday they will fall into place. Life cannot be struggle-free but what really important is how we react to them. This story is not to make you feel bad, rather it is to tell you to be thankful for whatever you have in your life. Count your blessings!!

2 comments:

Charchit said...

It was indeed a very touching story...would have been happier to know how was her life after marriage...and how come she found the mr. right for him so easily...also i would have loved to know how she reacted to situations in life...such touchig stories are good to read, but I am always interested in knowing wheteher such traumatic events make you harsh towards others just coz u lost a lot in life. or they make you even more kind-hearted! My comment may be very immature...but this is what came to mind instatntly!

Niedhie said...

Dear Charchit,

Thank you for your appreciation. Will try to find answers to your questions soon.