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The clock struck 12 it was the next day, she started by telling her name.
My name is Rajshri Gupta, she said, I am Abhishek Kalra, I said with a smile, sooner realising that probably my introduction was not essential at this point, anyways I attentively heard as she continued.
“It all began since the day I decided not to drop out after just after class 6th and continue my education till I pass class 12th, this was a strange decision. I dreamt of being someone who has a reputation in society, but dreaming wasn’t a very practical task in Kolhari village of Madhya Pradesh, especially not for girls. I know, how difficult it had been for me to convince my parents and 4 elder brothers to allow me to study, how difficult it had been for my father to bear the humiliation and insult from the village people, who forced my father to believe that he was committing a crime by allowing me to study, and how sad and difficult it was to be the only girl in the class, continuously being teased and looked down by every other student and even teachers, they used to find ways to trouble me, I was punished for no reason, I was intelligent and I knew it, I dreamt of flying, but the society was ready to cut off my wings. Time passed and so did my school life, It was my eighteenth birthday, but I wasn’t happy, turning eighteen meant, it was time to get married. Not that I didn’t want to get married, but it was too soon, I wanted to study more. But no agreed to the idea, they were right on their part, they had already faced enough humiliation from the village people, and the only thing they had in mind for me, was my marriage. This was something I couldn’t have agreed to, but I had no other choice, my family started to find a suitable husband for me, a local pandit was assigned the job and every other day he arranged various with the families of various boys, thankfully my parents didn’t like any of the matches he brought for me, but I knew that one day the will be able to find a suitable one, and I’ll have to get married, give birth to a lot of babies and like all the other girls in the village, remain a housewife forever.
I didn’t want a life like this, I wanted to fly, fly high, and live my dreams. I wanted the freedom, freedom to do whatever I want, freedom to be, whoever I wanted I wanted to be, freedom to live, free dome to love. I had to do something; I had to make sure, that my life is how I want it to be and not how other people.
So I made a plan, a plan which leads to my independence, I knew that my family cared for me, and they’ll be very sad and angry because of my actions, but perhaps my freedom and dreams were more important at that time.
So, I decided to run away, it was very difficult I knew, but I had no other choice. Delhi was the place; it is a large enough city for my parents to not find me, I had enquired everything, it was easy to get a job at a call centre, even if you are just 12th pass. I had already posted my resume against an advertisement in the news paper, and had got the interview letter as well.
I had been saving money since a long time, my collection was about 5000, I had estimated that it would be enough to survive in Delhi until I get a job and i was quite confident that I’ll get it.
So everything was ready, and finally came the night, when I had to escape…..
TO BE CONTINUED……..