Hey readers! You know the theme of what vakula is facing but I can't speak of her in this blog now. The woman whom I am talking about is in real life. Life is full of hardships. Agreed! But one can only succeeded experiencing them and teaching others how to avoid the similar.
This is a real life story, so I can't express it in words...but I'll try my best to convey it to you.. if you only have time to read this completely, then can proceed. Because this kind of story is hard to narrate and hard to experience reading.She was a very notorious woman.
Very bold and very knowledgeable. She taught millions of students in universities and inspired many of her students who hanged on the thought of dropping life off.Initially after her wedding, I am sorry to say(ik I am a kid and shouldn't say these) her husband was no more. When even her brother used to come home, society takes a different thought. Very stereotypic.
Even if it is a fight happening in the colony, she would always support the woman side and was quite straight forward, Her family never ever started accepting her after marriage, Then she adopted a girl from her servant at house and started taking care of her as her own child.
Even these pops made people around her more intense on gossips. Yet she ignored. She worked all day just to make sure that her girl would be a perfect citizen who can raise her head while walking anywhere and proudly cross her legs while taking a position.
Age went by making good memories with her daughter. She used to learn Kuchipudi dance with same guru I learnt from and I still remember calling her "are you younger than me! Is that aunty your grandma?" Haha that was so memorable when we met and sister was 17 years elder than me, She was 70 years old, when I met her.
She used to kill me if I call her grandma but not aunty( my mom too should call the same😂) She used to have every issue and had heart stunt twice...even if she gets into trouble, she used to ask that sister to leave to office.
Such a strong person was a baby by heart, she used to help the NGOs in her colony and help for flood reliefs etc...even if one woman is financially unstable and still surviving proudly, whole credits go to Aunty
Finally it is this day morning oops sorry yesterday morning that she died. That sister is independent because of her...my mother seeks in-dependence because of her and many women take their shade under this tree.
I pretty much learnt that if I am not able to do something,it is not based on my fate but only on your stubbornness and will, determination whatever you say. Don't blame anyone for that...not even the society. And also depression can kill person's health.
I hope that sister stabilizes emotionally and mentally.
Her name is Manikyamba aunty.
RIP Aunty you are too noble and self motivated that inspired many.This is not written for seeking votes or sympathy. I won't even ask for it. Just a thought of how great she was is self satisfactory and her story could be a motivation to all there who think that life is worst.. or let me say giving them a bad time.
I hope you too pray for her and this story is told for people to know noble ones like her exist still with such bad support. She used to enjoy when her daughter dances on the stage. She isn't a dingy one hidden behind! She is a light to light the world...I said this even when she was alive! Trust me!
Thank you for reading!
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