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Friday, December 18, 2015

Tale 88

Smruti was named so because her father felt that she was the last best memory her mother left him with after dying due complications during delivery....
Smruti was their first child and hence her young father was left with a newborn with no experience of parenting...
In our society where mother plays the most important part bringing up kids, Smruti's father felt lost...
He chose to keep contact with his in-laws to the bare minimum since he felt that now with his wife having passed away they had almost no role to play in the life of him and his daughter....
He along with his mother (Smruti's grandmom) raised her with lots of love and care...
The grandmother passed away when Smruti was in college...
She fell in love with a boy a few years senior to her and also an ex - student from her college who happened to participate at the alumni meet in their premises...
Sangram reciprocated her life since he liked her gentle nature and matured attitude towards life....
Sangram came from a very different background, he had literally risen from struggles that he faced being from a remote village while growing up....
He studied on the basis of the scholarships he received and faired brilliantly in academics and secured a job at the on campus interview in his last year of college....
He stayed alone in the city in a rented apartment along with 3 fellow housemates who shared the living expenses....
This boy Sangram was from a scheduled tribe caste while Smruti was a brahmin....
Her father was an extremely conservative man with a closed mindset...
When he came to know of Smruti's love affair with Sangram he reacted extremely aggressively.... 
Smruti tried to explain her views and their love... Nothing helped....
At last as planned they got married the day after Smruti appeared for her last paper of graduation exam.
It was a secret marriage with the support of their friends and Sangram's office colleagues....
Smruti's father disowned her and told her never ever to see him again...
They rented a flat at Virar and started a life...
Smruti and Sangram both had to make adjustments and compromises in their day to day life due to the socio economic and cultural difference that they were used to....
However their love was greater than their customs and beliefs and they knew how to merge mend and culminate their conditioning so as to make a comfort zone which would be accommodating and soothing to both...
They went to the extent of changing their names to Smruti Sangram and Sangram Smruti in order to be together as individuals taking humanity as a universal religion in every sense...
Smruti enrolled for a pre school teaching course while Sangram worked and earned just enough for the both of them...
One evening as Sangram was returning home, he was crossing the road and got accidentally knocked down by a truck driver who probably dozed off on wheel...
It was a terrible incident...
Sangram lost both his feet and had a few ribs broken...
Smruti was shocked to the core...
It was going to be difficult to sustain recuperate and bring life back to normal....
Thankfully insurance cover helped them with the medical expenses....
However their savings went off in paying the rent and bills...
Sangram insisted that Smruti completed her course in pre-school training so as to get independent to support them until he could find ground....
It was a difficult task for Smruti to stay focussed on her studies as well as manage the house and juggle with Sangram who was still dependent on her physically for his day to day chores....
They chose to stick on...
As fellow humans...
They never regretted what date threw at them....
Smruti has now joined a franchise branch of a famous preschool chain in Virar and also takes private tutions at home...
Sangram is now relatively independent in locomotion with his wheel chair...
He got a considerably lower paying job which requires him to work from home....
Nevertheless he finds that working gives him peace and dignity...
Smruti and Sangram are proud of each other...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬ 
- Prajakta Sathe

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