Women choose to be a blessing not a curse!
They gave me a beautiful face, light eyes, and fair skin, and then left me in a garbage dump. Well, my sister never teased me with this story. Because this terrible story, as it may appear to most of you, is my reality.
Yes, I was picked up by this family, the only one which I know as mine, some 24 years ago from the garbage dump where I was left to rot along with other unwanted, disowned objects abandoned by the society. My adopted parents couldn’t produce a birth certificate during my admission in primary school and had to process a formal adoption. Thus I was introduced to my documented relation with my parents.
It’s safe to say that I have lived my entire life with this truth as I was just five when I discovered it. Though, I grew up with the bitterest reality of my existence, I never allowed the bitterness to grow in me. My parents don’t love me any lesser or even more than their biological daughter. Every time she was offered an extra candy, I was offered one too. When she got a tight slap, I got my share of it as well. Our treatment was even and equal. She was never showered with excess affection, neither was I ever shown any pity, hence the idea of being the adopted child couldn’t penetrate its roots deep into my head.
Until recently when I was brought face-to-face with my reality again, this time in a much harsh and violent way. The filth associated with my very origin came to me like a blow and I was not armed for it. It was clear like the daylight, no matter how much I turn a blind eye, the dirt will never be obliterated from my existence. My parents moulded me into an educated young girl with a good career in the academic field. I have been brought up as one of them and practice every ritual that the family follows, prepare bhog for Pooja, and sit for it too, every single day. But just being brought up as a Brahmin daughter, somehow failed to qualify me as a daughter-in-law of any Brahmin family.
Pleased yet skeptical with my distinguished looks, they asked my father how I turned out to be this fair and tall with light eyes and sharp features while the rest of the family was dusky. Baba confessed to the groom’s father my reality and they spouted the tea in their mouth straight into the cup, on learning that it had been prepared by me, a girl whose caste or creed has remained unidentified for twenty-four years.
A touching story of good thoughts, true love towards fellow human beings and positive thoughts towards someone rejected that makes a woman like the adopted mother beautiful and attractive.
