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Maa Because Angels Do Exist
- BY -
Darshana Mishra
EDUCREATION PUBLISHING (Since 2011)
www.educreation.in
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To My Parents
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
I would like to thank my parents Mr. Dilip Mishra
& Mrs. Nandini Mishra for blessing me with this
beautiful life and all its colours.
I would also like to thank Dr. Nikhil
Chandwani without whom this journey would not
have been possible. I would also like to thank all the
wonderful people of my life who have always been
a source of motivation for me.
Friends, love and family that is all where my
world ends with and this book is dedicated to all of
them.
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PROLOGUE
The story is about a woman, who is a lover, a wife,
a mother, a friend, a daughter, and an angel. She has
laughed, cried, loved, died and lived. Throughout
the endless journey of obstacles coming her way to
a normal and happy life, she never stopped fighting
and the only thing which held her strong was her
love. The love of her life, her better half, her
husband. And they always held on to their little
piece of “forever” together.
The story is about a man who could be an
inspiration to people who end up falling out of love,
and about a special bond between a father and a
daughter.
The story is about a daughter who has always
seen her mother as a warrior and as an angel
throughout the journey of her life and inspires her to
be one forever.
The story is also about a woman who is
motivated to break off from the notions of physical
appearance as the only measure of her beauty. The
marks on her body cannot be the measure of her
soul.
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She is boundless and infinite like the universe.
She is meant to let her soul be free out of the society
cages and realize that the real beauty lies within the
heart.
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THE HIDDEN MARKS
She was standing there in front of me, while my
friends were sitting in the hall. I came to her
running because they wanted to meet her. But I
couldn‟t sense through her body language that she
was interested in moving out of that room. Shiny
yet dark skin wrapped in a coffee coloured sari
there stood my mother trying to hide her marks. I
remember the days when she used to eagerly wait
for my friends to come home, she used to ask them
questions about school, teachers, and food. It was a
never ending trail of stories for her. And today she
was afraid. Afraid because she thought they would
make fun of her.
She never liked those pity eyes when people
looked at her. Some people looked at her and felt
sad, some looked at her and gave full credit of her
condition to the trauma she faced. Some talked to
her about the days she used to look beautiful and
that made her sadder. I saw each day the sadness in
her eyes, the way she used to look at herself in the
mirror. I saw the eagerness she had to get ready to
buy saris for her, for festivals and functions, but it
was accompanied by the sadness on her face when
she used to look at the mirror when she got ready.
I remember the days when we used to have a
camera. Those days we used to have those classic
Kodak film cameras. As kids we used to make rolls
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and play with the spoilt “negatives”, as they called
them. We used to click a lot of pictures. Me, my
father and my mother. I was fond of clicking their
pictures. And today she gets afraid by the sight of a
camera being turned on. Every time we try clicking
a photograph of her she keeps her hand on her face.
Trying to hide it all.
She never really understood that she was still
the most beautiful person on earth for me. “Sick”
was only a word, but her attitude added meaning to
it.
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THE KID WHO LIVED
“Anu!!! Where is she? Is she busy with
something?” The questions thrown at my face
brought me back to reality where my friends were
eagerly waiting for her to come out.
“She is busy with grandma,” I said. To which
my friends got up as they were about to leave. After
a few informal goodbye gestures they left from my
home.
”Yes she is busy somewhere. Busy fighting with
her own inferiorities, her confusions, identity issues.
She is busy fighting with herself each day,” though I
had answers to my friends‟ questions, yet I chose to
remain silent.
Maa belonged to a very simple family before
she was married to dad. She used to tell me stories
about her childhood. How grandma and grandpa
managed a simple living with 6 children. Her
youngest sibling passed away when she was a kid.
And since then she was the youngest amongst two
elder brothers and two elder sisters. She was the
most beloved kid for grandpa. Being the most
beloved kid she got the leverage of doing things her
own way. Not that the other kids never got a
chance, since grandpa was a very open minded
person, but her other siblings never utilised the
opportunities the way she did.
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She was very good at sports in those days. A
district and state player in badminton. Not just one
sport, she was also very good at other sports. She
used to take part in marathons, cycling races, used
to travel various cities for the same. Grandpa used
to tell us that she was the most notorious yet the
most confident kid amongst all his children. She
always had this zeal for learning new things, doing
new things and she used to enjoy it.
And today I see her hiding herself in the
curtains. Hiding her face every time she walks out
of the house, trying not to catch people‟s eyes. I
wonder how the girl who used to travel cities on her
own alone turned to the woman who avoids walking
out of the door without her husband and without
herself covered with those ugly clothes trying to
hide the beauty of her heart.
She was a simple yet beautiful girl. She used to
love herself. She used to love grooming herself.
Grandpa was very good at stitching dresses in those
old days. Not as a profession, but as a hobby. Every
time he got back from his office Maa used to bring
him designs or photographs of women in dresses in
catalogues and used to bring him the clothes
unstitched and grandpa used to make an exactly
same copy of that dress for her. And she used to
dance and flaunt her dresses to all her friends.
She also loved experimenting with her hair.
She had beautiful long tresses. When I was a young
kid she used to show me pictures of herself all
dolled up in various costumes and varied hairstyles.
I still have feeble memories of that black and white
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picture album hidden in grandpa‟s cupboard, which
she used to show me.
She got her first job when she was too young.
For a family of 5 children and grandpa being the
only one earning this was a great achievement for
her as well as the entire family. Though her eldest
brother was also earning yet he used to live away
from the family. She never told us the story. It was
something like a family secret back then. Nobody
talked about the cold war between uncle and
Grandpa.
She was very happy with her job. After a year
of hard work she was able to financial support
Grandpa. By then younger uncle and aunt also got
jobs. One evening Maa was busy working in her
office when she saw someone looking out for
directions and instructions to head to the right place.
She tried to look out what was the matter, when she
saw a young boy entering the office space.
In small towns like ours all government offices
looked very similar. The offices back then did not
have air conditioners though coolers were used but
only during summers. The offices had people who
loved to talk to each other both during work hours
as well as lunch times. Those days there were no
mobile phones and surprisingly people seemed
more connected to each other than today in the era
of watsapps and facebooks.
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THE BOY IN BLUE
The small space of the government office helped
her to look through the young man standing in front
of her looking for instructions. The young man was
dressed up in a blue coloured shirt and black
trousers. He was discussing something with Sharda
kaka, the peon standing outside. After sometime the
young man headed towards the SE‟s office cabin.
She asked Sharda kaka for a cup of tea since it was
4pm. As Sharda kaka came with a hot cup of tea she
asked him about the young man to which he replied,
“Seems like a new recruit, he came up looking for
the SE‟s office. He had also brought the papers for
the recruitment or I think some transfer letters, for
the vacancies in our office. Sir won‟t approve of
him. He is too young for the job. Ask me, I have
seen this office and the way they recruit people for
the past 25 years,” kaka replied with the paan in his
mouth. Paan is a very famous eatable combining
betel leaf with refreshments and sometimes tobacco
used as a refreshment especially by the men in
India. Kaka had an old habit of chewing 4-5 paans
each day since years.
The reply by kaka made her more anxious
about the young man in the cabin inside. She was
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having sips of the tea brought by kaka but with sip
of the hot tea she became more anxious of the
conversation taking place inside the Senior
Executive‟s cabin. After 25 minutes the SE rang a
bell. The bell was a signal of Kaka to rush to his
cabin. Kaka, who was busy chatting with the other
staff members rushed to his cabin. This made Maa
more anxious to know what was happening.
Suddenly she saw the young man in the blue shirt
briskly move outside the cabin with a sheet of paper
in his hand and huge satisfaction on his face. Well
that‟s what she saw because she never saw his face
clearly. Kaka also followed him and then she heard
him telling to the others that he would be joining the
office from the next day.
That night the only thing she thought about,
was the man in the blue shirt. She wanted to know
the reason for that man to join that office. There
was something in that man which made her curious.
What happened in that cabin? Who was he? Why
did he need the job? Kaka said he was too young
yet the head appointed him, what was so good about
that man? The satisfaction on his face when he got
the job spoke some hidden story. What was that
story? Lot of questions fiddled through her mind.
And all answers lied in the next day. She slept with
those questions hidden in her eyes.
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