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The Woman That I Am | Rainbow Colours of my Life
Que sera sera…whatever will be, will be, the futures, not ours to see…Que sera sera…..
The Woman That I Am | Rainbow Colours of my Life! When I was just a little girl I read a story that there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and innumerable people chase it. But it is elusive. For me, life itself was a riot of colours….married at 19…OMG! Yes! How colourful it was….bhangra, gidda for days, then my son brought about myriads of colours into my life just a year after. Motherhood is so complete and oh so wonderful and with a partner who dotes on you….masha allah…kya kehne…..I thought my life was complete…and I didn’t need anything else.
The thought of another child was farthest from my mind but my sasuma was after my life saying, “Just imagine, no girl and no baraat coming to my door after having three sons…..no granddaughters??” Well, point there! Then came my daughter…..the joy she brought was remarkable…..my husband [all for sons] totally ignored my son and doted on her…spoilt her rotten. I was treated like a queen by him but my princess soon took my place. It got so bad, that if I wanted to go out on Sunday I had to beg my daughter to placate her dad 🙂 She made him dance to her tunes….literally.
21 years of Marital Bliss
Time passed and we celebrated our 21st anniversary….you may say…so what?? Big deal, many couples do…..but ours was a unique marriage where we never fought even once in 21yrs…..I don’t remember him raising his voice neither did I !! Albeit I did most of the compromising and sacrificing. As he was a businessman I raised the kids almost singlehandedly. I never nagged, never made unreasonable demands for fancy clothes or jewellery. When m brother-in-law and sis-in-law had a grand party on their 25th anniversary with a humongous gathering, we both then decided we would rather go off to Switzerland by ourselves [anniversaries should be private, isn’t it?]
Wasn’t my life full of colour? The Woman That I Am | Rainbow Colours of my Life
You must be thinking about how idyllic my life was. Then came the Holocaust. He just left me to spend time with HIM up there. All of a sudden, my life was colourless. Stark….my rainbow disappeared. No more anniversaries, Switzerland remained a dream.
After his demise, I was thrown into a mire of slush and filth which was sucking me deep inside. Family, Society and friends treated me shabbily. I was cheated out of the business and properties. But my kids’ faces implored me to pull myself out. I huffed and puffed and came out with many bruises mentally. Instead of giving up and crumbling I rose like a phoenix from the ashes.
Depression set in and check how I fought that here.
I gathered my wits and started working towards creating a new rainbow. My kids were my rainbow and the entire colour palette I needed. My son got placed in TCS and my daughter stood school second with 94.6% the same year. Main to rang gayi, I felt. My rainbow was back and I could now see the pot of gold at the end of it in their faces. Son is doing well now and I am a doting grandma of two adorable munchkins. My daughter is a go-getter and made it to the top of the corporate ladder with sheer dint of her confidence.
Life is full of colour if you see it optimistically and positively……never say die spirit goes a long way towards your goal. From a comfortable homemaker to a company executive and a columnist with The Hindu, now a freelance writer and entrepreneur, I have changed many colours and I enjoyed them all.
Holi-the Festival of Colours
It is Holi tomorrow and according to societal norms, I can’t play Holi as I am a widow! But I do not care for these artificial and fake traditions. My life is bright with the vibrant faces of my family. What else can a woman ask for? Is there any less colour in my life now?
I am drenched in Eastman, Technicolor, and digital colours!
I am a live wire, an independent woman living for herself and a proud mom.
Aren’t I colourful from the top of my hennaed hair to the tips of my silver painted toes?