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sun kayastha

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sun kayastha

Action Fantasy Others

Rose in a tinted glass

Rose in a tinted glass

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Being a girl of Shudra community, life was never easy for us. My parents cussed me for being a girl. My grandmother taunted my mother that I will take this home in my dowry, in that age I don't even know what is a dowry!




Shreesha, is my name. I forgot to check my grammar in linguistics, sorry my name is Shreesha. I got a slap from my teacher. I usually get too, as I am not parallel to this society.




Just being a lower class, I was spat on my head and dress by high-class friends. My father used to bring rotting heads of meat pieces from an aristocrat family where he used to work. Saliva oozing from dead head makes me to puke. I was made to eat saying you are not a princess, acknowledge and eat. But I have to eat just to eat. My mother always used to say that, "I won't be a barrister by reading and writing, better complete all household chores." A ten year old mere me, use to complete all the chores. Next day, in my school I was beaten blue for not completing my homework.




One day, I went in a restroom, and two girls yanked my hair and thrash my head in those white painted walls. I was bleeding profusely and all the staff members came hither and thither. Principal warned me not to attend that restroom as it was for high class only. He tells me to control my nature call, in an enrage mood he briefs me that, he is tolerating me because of government poor funding system orelse, I was kept as a token to shut the government system off.




My Hindi teacher Yana,fisted her hands and give it a big bang on the wall saying, Stop!


Isn't it enough, Mr. .....?


Nature call is a nature call, don't you know?


Who make you a Principal of this reputed School?


Who are you to say anything to this kid?


You are eating Government money and obesing yourself, better stop orelse I will drag you there and your bootlickers to that President's room.


Shhhh!!!pindrop silence!


All were stigmatized thinking who is Teacher Yana, a mere Hindi teacher can talk like this!


In a squirrel way, all pant and puff towards their classes as if nothing had happened.


Teacher Yana enlisted those girls name and told her that either to write an apology letter and hug me infront of an assembly ground during Prayers or they have to attend President Office. They both marked first option and they handshaked me, apologized me and went hurriedly to write an apology letter.


Teacher Yana gently patted my hair with love and held my hands gently. We both headed into the FIRST AID department where she anointed my wound with some brown color medicine and bandage. Suddenly,


Shreesha, why your hands are blue kid? 


I was numb.This was the first time ever I have received love in a polite form. I couldn't say a word and she told me to pack my bag.


With an apology letter, we went to my house. My teacher tells me that she will hide somewhere near and she will see the reaction of my family seeing me. 


Seeing my bandage head my mother slapped me through a stick which break into two parts. I fell down.


My mother hollered, " You are a wench witch prankster. You are the responsible one to get a torture from my mother-in-law. An unwanted child to bringing a bad star. You get school to read feel lucky for that. This bandage scar, who will marry you witch. Your drama and your unending excuses of not working, enough of this, stand up right now. She started to open my bandage and suddenly, she appears in a tigress way.


Teacher Yana picked up that stick and when she tries to raise her stick, I stopped telling her that, She is my mother!


See, she is your child, I just raised this stick to see how sanskari Shreesha is.


You are the one to beat Shreesha blue! You are the one who never let Shreesha to complete her homework. You are the one who never gave her any food to eat, you are the one to let her die anywhere? Are you a mother of her? What are you? You have no nerve to end your toxicities! You are going to get a good punishment in a jail but I will better consider for Shreesha's higher education as I don't want to see her more disturbed.


See, I am Yana, teacher and a left hand of Prime minister. This is my badge, See! Shreesha is coming with me for her higher education and your family will get a good amount of money for her fellowship. You just all need money right! But what did you do with government money, I didn't even see her bags and stationaries are proper. You are beating a ten year kid blue, won't your heart swells in pain!!!!!!!


My mother and grandmother couldn't even raised a word against her. What was she? I was in a dilemma.


"Shreesha! Where is your room?" 


She entered inside my hut and gather all accessories of mine and lifted me off and my baggage. 


This is a number to call her, if you want! She will come back after her higher education. Mark my words now! She will bring change note this!!


She lifted me and we went to her quarter room. She called two bodyguards and a vehicle right away so that we can get away from that ghetto.


We embarked a new journey.


New car, New state, New weather!


New food, new culture, new paveway.


New mansion, new school!


Teacher Yana use to feed me, use to wash my hairs, take care of me more than her own daughter. She give me books to read and tells to self meditate upon my own life. I used to get calls from my parents which I happily receive without any resentment. I got my second coming through Yana Amma and that was a special momentum of my life.


With teenagers flight, I decided to pursue my Barrister dreams and sooner I aced my higher degrees loaded with aspirations.


When I came back to my home, I couldn't find my Amma Yana, but her bodyguards gave me a letter and bundle of gifts from her including her own pen.


Finally, I read:-


"Dear Shreesha, I am so proud of you. When I saw you for the first time, I felt you were so strong enough lad who can digest the spat of kids just to get a good education. I felt like crying when I saw you never shrieked in anyone's beating. I saw you always doing homework in tiffin times when your empty stomach start making hungry noises. I notice you.You have digested people's scorn so much that I began to doubt that you might be suffering so much from your own family history. 


Belonging from a rich family, daughter of a minister, I always get a golden spoon on my mouth. Carpets were flowered when I use to go anywhere. Studying from a foreign university I never hold a cup of coffee from my hand. But when I choose to be a Hindi teacher of your school staying away from my father, my father was proud of me that I was in tact of grassroot level.


I saw your pain visibly from those blue veins of your legs to that tattered bag. I am grateful for my papa who had loved me enough as an apple of his eye. So, I decided to water you as myself, so I took a major step. Principal had a plan to restigate you by making some lame accusations which I knew through my bodyguards. Those two childrens who hit you were PRINCIPAL'S DAUGHTER FROM ANOTHER SCHOOL so, that he would stop you to come school but still process your amount on his pocket.


Shreesha! this letter is just to tell you that you are a bright star. You are a flower within. You need sunshine, all weather propaganda to make you a better one. All those lightening s strike under you is to bring your own energy out like a voltage, white silvery voltage to light the grey sky.


It's a high time for you to be a major change in your hometown, and as being your second mother my tears won't let you to go out from your comfort zone. So, be ready for this exciting journey to walk in kid!


And yes, good news! 


I am joining my father's party, we will be anyhow meeting soon.


Yours Amma Yana!


Tears of rainfall washes over my cloud of thoughts with a happy and changeful note. Being a Prime minister's daughter she became my hand to hand mother who polished me, cleans my dirtiest laundry. I thank my propitious moment that we met and promisingly, she handled me that keys of responsibility as a Law change maker which I will be doing fruitfully to being thousands of Shreesha to roar loud.




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