DARE

It takes a lot more dare to dare itself. Isn’t it? This is what exactly Kamla was thinking. Can she ever dare to speak up against her husband, dare to say No to her grown up children, dare to give up the responsibilities and dare to break free from the shackles of slavery!!

Suddenly she feels a hint of smile on her face as she remembers her carefree life as a little girl in the woods of Jamshedgarh. Climbing the trees and jumping down the ground with Mangoes tied in the pallu of her tightly draped Saree, was her field of expertise. And how elated she was when one day after such an adventure, her Bhua told her that she will be married off next month in an adjoining village. Yes, a 14 year old Kamla was excited as she would be getting new Sarees and jewellery and she would climb the trees along with her new friend. Little did she know what was waiting for her there?

One thing she could not comprehend on her wedding was why all her friends and cousins were envious of her young and handsome would be husband but she was happily enjoying being centre of attraction in the family. Being a naive but daring little girl, she made a big deal when her charming husband tried to fondle her which was enough to enrage him and she was sent back to her village the very next day of her wedding. Later her Bhabhi counselled her and the day her marriage was consummated, the tears rolling down her cheeks took away all her courage and she knew she will never be herself again.

The beeping sound of Car bought her out of her reverie and she saw her youngest daughter Roli and their Memsahib rushing to her.“Kamla, leave these bastards and come stay with us. Roli told me they hit you again. For God’s sake eat something before we take you to Hospital. Why don’t you go and report to Police to teach them a lesson? For how long will you keep quiet?”she heard her Memsahib. “I am fine, Memsahib”, said Kamla “You are really my Bhagwan.” Kamla is always reminisced of the warmth of her mother whenever she sees her MemSahib.

She has been working as a maid in her house from the last 15 years when she first stepped on the lands of Punjab in the hope of a new life and a dream of educating her 6 children. The drought and the resulting famine in their area had led them to migrate to Punjab but Kamla was very happy and yearned for a better life for herself and her children. She worked hard everyday in around 10 houses. She enrolled her kids in School but as the fate would have it, her sons turned out to be similar to their father. They dropped out of the school and started working in a nearby factory. They would return home in an inebriated state and start beating Kamla coaxing her for more money. Her husband who didn’t work much would lose all her earnings in gambling. In the hope of saving some money for her daughter’s wedding, she started depositing half of her wages every month with Memsahib. Today her husband overheard her & Roli’s conversation about the same savings and he was furious. Poor Kamla had to face the consequences when she dared to say No for the money.

Kamla gains her senses and finds herself in the Hospital bed wrapped up in bandages. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw her husband and sons by her bedside. She thinks she must have been hallucinating and is suddenly awakened when her husband pinches her. “Dare you say anything to Police against us, I will make sure to kill you and then even your Memsahib won’t be able to help you”, her husband growled. Kamla opens her mouth to say something when two police officials enter the hospital room along with her Memsahib. “Kamla you need not be scared. Just tell us the truth and no one will ever dare to bother you again”, the police officials assured her. She shifted her eyes and could see the crocodile tears of her husband and her sons.

Could she dare to dare against her family now? Her inner voice and conscience reminds her of her origin and the Indian moral values her mother taught her. It is her duty to protect her family and safeguard them and just like hundreds of other women in our country, she couldn’t DARE TO DARE. Instead, she found herself mumbling “I fell from the stairs, Sahib.”

 

 

 

This post is a part of Dare-a-thon hosted by ‘The Momsteins’. I would like to thank Lohitha for introducing me. I would also recommend you to check out my fellow blogger Pragnya Mishra and read her wonderful post on the prompt.

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34 Comments Add yours

  1. Waoooooh wat a story amitoj, very heart touching…nobody can estimate that it is your first try on fiction..i love your writing skills…😍

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    1. Thank you so much dear 💕

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  2. Baby_ashirya says:

    It’s just awesome. For a minute I just started imagining it like I’m a watching a movie. Well written. 👍

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    1. Thanku so much dear ♥

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  3. Beautifully written. Reading it I totally forgot it’s your first attempt at fiction. Well done!

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  4. It got me goosebumps!!!! U write awesommeeeee….i m left with no words…thats such a beautiful piece of writing

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  5. aww, i was hooked to the story. was so intresting to read,

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  6. Sadly, it would be a true horror story to many women. Domestic violence kills the spirit brutally. You explained the situation and views of protagonist vividly. Well written!

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  7. Sumira Bhatia says:

    Beautifully written!

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  8. I could play the scenes while reading this. Such a beautiful writing. I Wish kamla dared to speak the truth.

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  9. prismaroundgurjeet says:

    So beautiful written . It’s really hard for Indian woman dare to go against husband or in laws

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  10. Beautifully written Amitoj!

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  11. alpanadeo says:

    Outstanding. I had goosebumps. You narrated the whole scene so beautifully that I felt as if I am witnessing this in front of my eyes. You should write more such fiction. I hope Kamla would father courage and strength to speak up one day.

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    1. Thank you so much dear for your appreciation ❤ Coming from you means a lot 💕

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  12. This story gave me goosebumps like watching some fiction series and very well mentioned.

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  13. rohinijames says:

    You have a talent for story writing. This story rings true in reality for many women.

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  14. very well written Amitoj i was seething with anger but then i realised we are brought up like that family its safety is all we think of even at the cost of our life that is what Kamla is all about

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  15. Love story, Amitoj. Very well written. Household abuse is a bitter truth of our society and sadly it is present in every strata. It takes a huge amount of courage to accept it as the dependency of the family on the man of the house stops them from taking any action.

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  16. Tina Basu says:

    It’s a lovely story Amitoj. I almost had goosebumps.

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  17. what an unexpected, and sad tale 😦 broke my heart, i truly wish she had the courage to talk. i truly hope one day she does find that courage!! very well articulated.

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  18. Beautifully written! Keep it up..

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  19. Ananta Goyal says:

    wow. loved reading this but at the same time its the sad truth that plagues india

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  20. I loved this idea around the darethon blog train. It’s quite a unique one. With regards to the story, you have written here, it’s quite gripping and loved reading it.

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  21. Priya says:

    What a beautiful story! Loved reading it and almost had goosebumps. Keep writing. 🙂

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  22. This is such a beautifully written post. I really enjoy reading I almost had goosebumps.

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  23. Anchal says:

    This is the scary reality in a lot of homes. You have written it so beautifully

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  24. Neha says:

    This is sadly a true story for hundreds of women in India. Great story

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  25. You will make an excellent fiction writer I must say. Read the second one first and now this one. Loved both. Keep going.

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    1. Thank u so much dear 💕 Means a lot

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  26. Rashmi says:

    So well written. Can’t believe that it’s your first attempt at fiction. Way to go. A bitter fiction that brings forth the true reality of our society.

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  27. Your writing is very powerful Amitoj. Sadly enough Kamlas are found in the world – poor, rich, white, brown or black. Women dont have it easy anywhere.

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  28. momtasticworld says:

    It is a bitter truth of our society. No matter how progressive we get as a nation until we don’t learn as how to respect a human being nothing would change. I loved your writing and the message you wanted to convey through this.

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