Er. Prakash Majhi

Drama Tragedy Inspirational

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Er. Prakash Majhi

Drama Tragedy Inspirational

Loneliness

Loneliness

3 mins
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Respect for tradition is a hallmark of Indian culture. But not every tradition is based on reform. Some traditions are based on various superstitions and superstitions. To recognize that kind of tradition is to completely block the path of progress. Despite the greatness of Indian culture. But it is also a matter of not being free from some blind faith, in fact, our grief and remorse. One such tragedy occurred in one village, in which human inhumanity was clearly reflected, and it was disgusting to say that man was a social animal.


It's 9 o'clock at night. After finishing their work themself, the people take rest in their own house. The rural environment is deserted at night. Ghanshyam Babu has been bedridden for a long time. One of her daughters is named Anushmita. His wife has already moved on. He had no sons. So a 15-year-old girl has a lot of burden. She cares for her father very much. Her village does not help her either. Because Ghanshyam Babu had long been suffering from cervical Spondylizer. Anushmita conducted his operation in Bhubaneswar, selling her land with great difficulty. But to no avail. Again, his condition worsened. There was a wound. Ghanshyam Babu is in a lot of pain. Anushmita was in dire straits, and she was still caring for her father's services.


This is going on day by day. Ghanshyam Babu's wounds were increasing day by day. In the end, the wound was caused by a fly. As a result, society forbade her. No one came to her house. But Anushmita did not lose. She was trying until the end. She was also worried about how to make her father better. But he became even worse. It's nine o'clock at night. The father asked the girl for some water. He had never eaten before. The daughter was overjoyed to hear her father ask for water. She was very happy and took a glass of water and gave it to him to drink. Dad drank happily; he looked at Anushmita from foot to head; Anushmita's eyes lit up with hope in her father's sad eyes. Just like the sunset in the western sky.


After a while, the beautiful scene disappears. In the same way, the light of hope in her mind disappeared in an instant. It was getting dark. Her father's back lit up as she happily rubbed her father's back. No one is following her. Her body was like a stone's throw away. The villagers are so silent. Friends and acquaintances did not come to comfort her. The cart was taken with loneliness and courage, and the body was buried with the help of Nitesh, an educated young boy that village. She did the funeral ceremony according to the law. A few days later, she married Nitesh. Society and the village look the same. In contrast, she is now known as a high-ranking social worker. Her experience taught her a lot by fighting. From that education she is able to compose many poems and stories today. Today, she is a leading Indian genius.


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