The Story Of My Life

Single Parent

Since I have got understanding of the world, I have seen my mother as a single widow.

She used to wear light coloured sarees with no make up. She used to comb her hair anyhow, wear a single bangle on her hand. She is so beautiful that even in that, she looked the prettiest.

I did not like it, but even I said, I got back a scolding. Years later, when I have grown up, I forced her to put make up.

She has changed but I wish she did this earlier. She had no time for herself, even to eat, then what she will think of makeup?

I have seen aunties around me with all makeup of a married woman. Some were simple.

Simple or make up neither affected me.

I loved to be simple.

I appreciated good behaviour, others I stayed far from.

I have basically not grown up in a happy marriage, seen my mother struggling day and night and investing only on me.

I wondered and still I wonder, if she had not married, she would have stayed much happier.

Marriage means responsibility and boundaries as if you have to do a list of things.

She used to be sad, recalled her past from childhood, but there has been mental peace always.

There was no one to dictate over her, except her duty as a single parent.

I used to trouble her, but still there was no one to criticize her over her food arrangements.

Yes neighbours had and still criticizes us.

But not inside our home.

If by mistake, she has put less salt, no one was there to throw the food and shout. She has a daughter who will appreciate that too.

She had no one to take care of. No one to appreciate her beauty. No one to show love. She had no one to share tension of her growing daughter. She had no one to share about monetary issues. She had no one to tell to bring the basic commodities of household.

Yet she always has a mental peace.

She has not got much happiness in her life. She has got lots of ill treatment in terms of behaviour in her life, which she never deserved. She has poured tears like waters of river.

She tried to keep many friends in her life. Mothers of my school mates. But ultimately she got tired in adjusting.

She has less friends but she is happier now.

Problems are there in life and it has to be.

Bad elements are there everywhere.

Among all the problems, I have seen being single parent is hard, laborious, ultimately the grown up one is entirely her achievement.

Being single parent is tough, being lonely is not easy.

But if one masters the art of being happy in solitude and takes proper care of her health, it's wonderful than being forcibly with restrictions and being suffocated.

It's good to adjust with circumstances but up to some mark or up to one's own patience limit. I never had the feeling of jealousy but I don't know how people got jealous when I improved my academics.

But with time I met people who didn't have time to be jealous and that was better.

So being a single parent is not bad but it is hard. But ultimately the things which are difficult, are often found to be sweet.

People and society consider widowed woman to be as not the so called the great lucky ones. Yes they are unlucky, being all alone from a young age but yes they too are human beings.

Yes I have seen how people avoided us, considered unlucky people, as only the married ones are the lucky ones.

Not having husband is a great bad omen.

I hate such society.

Yes there were people, who loved us more, not out of sympathy but for our bravery.

Two female staying all alone is not a matter of joke.

Those who mocked us and had put their teeth out, laughing at us, secretly knew in their minds, we are the different ones.

I feel pity for their behaviour but can't help, society had made them do!

Really, as I grew up, I had built a don't care attitude.

Those who talk to me, I talk to them.

Those who talk to disturb me, I avoid them.

I apparently have become rude and direct spoken.

I don't interfere in others' matters and prefer putting oil in my own machine.

I am criticized even for this behaviour but let it be.

Now when they talk bad at my back, maybe I get moved a little then I don't care at all.

Maybe it's not good.

Ultimately I have become the product of a single parent, and have build up own philosophical concepts which very few people appreciate, away from the commoners.
I can't act sweetly but rather I will act sharply.

I too had committed many mistakes in my life, may be because of lack of experience, committing a mistake is not a great issue, everyone does, but if you can rectify it, you are the winner.

But mistake which is committed is committed, it can't be reverted but can only be rectified.

I believe a woman's identity is not a man but should be created individually. They should not change their surnames and be a part of someone's life or house or family. But they should have their complete own identity, even after marriage they should be known for their own achievements and not someone else's.

Very few woman in our society really could achieve this mark.