Manjula Acharya

Inspirational

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Manjula Acharya

Inspirational

Anamika

Anamika

5 mins
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     At last, I reached Abhi. He was overwhelmed to see me. Actually, he couldn't believe that in Lipi's words, I would come to him. He couldn't understand what to say. So he looked at me with a submissive eye. I wanted to know the reason for calling. After a few minutes of silence, he said that he was going through a difficult time. Therefore he needed my help to overcome all the miss happenings held in his life. hearing all these, I was surprised. I thought that actually, I didn't know him very well, but why he had chosen me. Actually, I couldn't tolerate the sorrow of anybody else. For this only I agreed to his proposal...He asked me to meet him tomorrow in front of our school library.

       The next day I went to meet him. We sat side by side. Abhi began his story. He was from Balasore. He had an elder brother and his bhabi. They loved him very much. But now his brother faced a serious accident, his bhabi was all alone there. She wanted his presence to handle this situation. But now examination was going on, so how was this possible to visit his village. He expressed his problem very frankly to Anu. She gave him solace. She told him that everything would be all right. Don't worry, have patience. Your examination would be finished within 3 days. Then you would go and see your brother. Pray for his early remedy to God. Abhi was very pleased to hear these beautiful words from Anu. Abhi wanted her friendship. ln this way, their friendship was made. Every day they began to meet each other and spent time together.

       Shantiniketan was listening to all these very eagerly. Suddenly, he whispered, tell, tell what happened next. Anamika started to share the second part of her friendship story.

      Gradually night became deep and deep. But their gossiping was going on smoothly. Anamika drank a glass of water, then she started her story once again. Shantiniketan knew something about this, but he was eager to know the actual story.

     I and Abhi began to share everything about our life with each other. Our intimacy was begun to increase day by day. Our friend circle thought that we were in love. I was then a student of the eleventh standard. Then Abhi was a student of Msc first year. One day I went to Paush mela with my friends. There Abhi also came with his friends. Just for a while, we got a chance to keep ourselves alone from our friends. At that moment, suddenly he proposed to me. I was quite surprised and shocked. I didn't prepare for this. So without giving any answer, I came back to my home. I was very much disturbed. I couldn't sleep calmly that night. I woke up early in the morning. I engaged myself in my regular routine life. But I couldn't forget that event. At last, my bosom friend Minati listened to everything about this matter. She gave me a wise suggestion. That was to tell about this my mother. I thought if I told my mother about the matter, then certainly my mother would inform my father. My father was very strict. I didn't know how he would react. So I couldn't do anything, I was only going on thinking.

        Actually, at that time I was not so mature. I thought that love only happen in novels and drama. So it was not possible in our real life. But Abhi was always in contact with her. He wanted seriously this relationship. He always sent Anu's friend to convince Anu to abide by his proposal. At last, Anu gave her consent. Time was passing on its way. They were also busy with their studies. Sometimes they were getting the opportunity to meet each other. At last Abhi's final exam was finished. He had to.go to his home. Before leaving Shantiniketan, he came to Anu and told her that he wanted to clear everything to her parents. Acquiring courage, one day Abhi told everything to Anu's mother. She knew her husband very well. She told that she could inform Anu's father but he would never like it. So, Abhi himself went to Prof.Chaudhary but he remained unsuccessful to convince him...So being upset he left Shantiniketan forever.

         Shantiniketan sighed for a long time. Anu was in depression. Shantiniketan Started to keep Anu happy. With rolling time, in the charming beauties of Shantiniketan, I began to return to my previous life Everything thing seemed to be normal. I continued my studies and was prompted to PG. When I was doing my PG suddenly my parents arranged my marriage. I had to go with my husband. In this way, from my single life, I entered my new life. 

     My husband was also familiar with me. He was also a student.Shantiniketan.He loved me very much. We started our conjugal life in the small town of Odisha. He was a lecturer. We stayed in a rented house. I came to Odisha when I was a little girl. I never got a chance to know my motherland before my marriage.

      The small town where we lived was a mountain area. In Shantiniketan, I saw an artificial mountain, Tinpahar...But Rukhi and Balaram were real mountains full of natural resources. Gradually I could know the beautiful culture and tradition of Odisha. My life was going on smoothly and peacefully. There we went to visit small temples, and waterfalls, reminiscent of historical places, village fairs,s, etc. When my husband was going to college, I felt very lonely. I wanted to do something to keep myself busy. For this, I started to teach nearby children. We went to see movies every weekend. In this way nearly two years were passed. We were blessed with our son.

       My son was always suffering from diseases. We were very much worried about this. Though our house was full of medicines, my son didn't become well. So again Shantiniketan called me to go there. I returned to my parents with my son. I stayed there only one month. In the meanwhile, my son recovered.

For this only, according to my father's wish, I, I kept my child there and came to my spouse. My husband didn't want this. But for the rapid recovery of my child, I had to do this.



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