A Girl Child

It was a very beautiful afternoon, sunny but yet not warm, the air just breezed just like I was living to see this day, although I do have to remind this to my husband to be that he better not be late this time as it was our big day!  Finally after couple of tries he finally managed to pick up the phone and of course I am going to let him know that He-Hey sweetie Me-oh wow! You finally manage to pick up my phone, thank you  He-come on I am sorry I was in a meeting Me-with your secretary (chuckles nervously)  He- no the secretary has an off today, I didn’t need any distractions for today as it’s our big day  Me-it’s not funny you know, anyways you said you will finish early today its 21:00 p.m., what are you still doing at the office? Just because of you we did all the “rituals” in crash-course"(smiles) He- that’s why I was in a meeting I had to give wind up things and was just heading out of the office, in the parking now Me-don’t be late. He-(laughs) what if I do? are you going to run away with somebody else? Alright! I will see u soon babe xoxo! Well that went well didn’t it? I am sure you want to know how did I meet him or most importantly who am I, right! My name is Janaki, grew up in a small village named kharel  in Gujarat, I could proudly say that I belonged to a very wealthy and educated family, my great grandfather was a lawyer and then my father was a lawyer and then my elder brother was a lawyer and then it was me and my sister ... we were not lawyers at that time, we were kids :D we had a nicely painted bungalow slightly off the main road with an acre of ambawadi (mango orchards) and a huge mango tree just right in front of our house, every morning it was if the sun rose from that mango tree, as we were kids my grandfather used to tell us story about it when we innocently asked that why cant we see the sun in the evening and which mango is the sun, he used to tell us "cause nobody knows that this is a secret mango tree, every evening the sun goes away and becomes a mango and just cause nobody can know the exact one that’s why there are many mangoes, so nobody can steal it, it was his eyes which made us believe and the way he told us ,directly gazing in our eyes which kind of made us more inquisitive ,and maybe that’s why we didn’t use to target the mangoes on the top branches as we thought if we hit the right one we will be in great trouble and also we thought it would have been in the top branches cause then it will be easier for it to go in the sky on time. But as they say many good things had to change, after fulfilling my great grandfather`s wish of building a school for poor kids in the area, my father decided that its better to relocate. After much discussion and after many off our tantrums, we relocated to Mumbai. We (me and my sister) had a tough time adjusting to the new environment, the house was very spacious and loads of room one for each one of us, it felt like a kilometre apart from my room to my sister`s room as we used to share rooms back in the village so it was difficult adjusting to the distance. Plus there was no Mango tree, cause when we arrived in Mumbai at about 10:00AM I couldn’t help but to see and search for the mango tree, I looked very concerned, I didn’t even sleep to be honest , all I was thinking was if there is no mango tree, there is no mango and if there is no mango there will be no sun :O ! But to my amazement we had sun!! The next morning, I danced as much as I could and laughed hysterically, and asked my mum, how? My mum knew the story and said that’s the magical mango tree in our village, if there is mango for everybody there should be sun for everybody! And that made my day!! or years to come, as years passed and through lots of self-harms (emotionally),I finally pursued my dream of being a teacher. First day of school was a mixed bag of emotions, over whelming to be precise. As when the bell rang, I kind of just sat there for a moment until there was round for the principal, she made sure to do a round each day to make sure that there was not a single student or not a single teacher should be loitering around (as she became a principal from a teacher) she knew what extra work goes into teaching. I often used to remember the sun and the mango tree, sadly or maybe it was my narrating a story to the kids in the school didn’t raise any eyebrows or inquisitiveness, I guess not everyone can tell a story. As I was promoted to be a senior teacher from an assistant teacher, I felt a sense of pride, along with the school and my family, it’s the little things that make me happy and curious and I wont exaggerate in saying I learnt new things every day, about forgiveness, about love in its purest form, friendship. Shortly after a while we had new teachers, one of them was Ram, and we hit it out instantly it was like meeting your best friend after a very long time, Hari was from a very rich family ,as we in our breaks liked to talk about loads of things, about teaching and I was spell bounded by the vision he had the exact reason that truly inspired me. In my many conversations with Ram I asked him more about his family, on which he was kind off a bit off, normally as far as I know him, he will always find a way to tackle things but this time, he just smiled and walked away, I could tell his smile had something hidden in. Couple of days went by with the cold attitude, first from him and then from me, but I am sure he couldn’t hide forever cause we had to see each other every day (smiles), one evening as I was getting ready to go home and reached the gate he was there waiting for me, I was impressed he finally put his guard down. Most importantly he waited for me. Me-'hi... what you doing here"(was kind of stupid, cause we do work in the same school, duh..) He-yeah I was just driving by and thought I would pick you up ,(which he replied sarcastically),can we go sit somewhere Me-yea sure (with full on attitude, of course, as if saying, you came to me I didn’t come to you, which was not true of course) So as he stopped his car, near a corner, and firstly he apologized to me, and I forgave him instantly but I still wanted to know why he just left. And he explained that as he belonged to a rich family, his parents were very well known in the public eye, which he had a hard time getting used to ,he explained of how hard was it for him to get a job since he was 18,and how he kind of hated his parents during the time till he got his now job(the school) ,and the reason he was off was that he went off from me when I asked him was that, I didn’t wanted to be judged that’s why I don’t give out my real name other then the application, and if someone does asks me that whether he was his father . He used to politely say no and used a defence and said there are many people with the same name, which explained a lot about his character, as he was someone who felt stranded yet figured out his life his way until now. He taught me something that day, that however hard it may be if you are self-resilient, and dedicated, things will always fall into place. Which made me respect him more?  After many years together me and Hari decided to tie a knot, guess we were married long ago, mentally!.. This was just a show off as Hari used to say and he still does, he always believed once you give your mental space to someone you are married at that very instant, weird he was in some ways, sometimes very philosophical, boring! Right ;) After about couple of months of marriage, we as every couple began arguing, difference of opinion started, Hari was totally a new person, he wasn’t violent ,but he sometimes wouldn’t even talk and used to work for long hours, I kept my self-busy with extra tuitions till I could, miraculously Hari got promoted in a different school. and everything became normal, Ram did apologized and one good thing about him was however upset he was ,he made sure he wouldn’t yell at me nor even ever lay hands on me cause he believed and always said “once a man raises his hand on a woman, his manhood perishes”, as I said very philosophical. Everything went according to the plan maybe God’s plan, we stuck toget