Her heart spoke it all, for the love she had for him.
Gayatri, is a 16 year old Marathi girl living with her aunt in Poone. She is no different. A beautiful girl suffering from child labour, molestation and verbal abuse. To add on to her sorrows, she was not allowed to study nor go out in the city except her work place.
Her aunt being greedy one day sold her to a rich merchant named Bhimchand for Rs 50000 ; an amount considered to be big during those days. He was a reputed businessman, aged 50.
It was difficult to decide what was more in his heart. His business of trading diamonds, his love, for his son or his hatred, for his daughters? Bhimchand was known in the city for his smart tricks, cunning nature and the money he owned.
He had 4 children, a son named Aryan and 3 daughters named Asha, Riya and Shriya. His wife passed away and he needed a mother who could look after the kids.
Gayatri, had no understanding as to why she was being married to an man who had a family. She hated this fact. But, she did realize the power of money. So she was left with no other option but to give up.
Bhimchand was a workaholic and often returned late from work. During the day time Gayatri was left with the girls. She loved them as she was almost of their age. They would play together, cook food, visit temples and wait for Aryan to return from school. Once Aryan was back he would teach the girls’ subjects like Maths, Science, and Geography. Gayatri was always wishing to go to school and hence, was each day surprised with the new things he taught. Aryan loved the dedication she showed toward her studies.
With each passing day they fell in love but destiny had its own plan. With the British attacking India, things became tough. Kings were forced to step down their thrones, farmers were asked for money and crop. Bhimchand’s business was also affected. He too had to agree to their demands.
One thing good about Bhimchand was he too wanted freedom. He supported the Indian activist in all possible ways by attending meetings, planning strikes or be it in terms of money.
With each passing day he became less of a businessman and more of a freedom fighter. He even included his son. Aryan too was determined like his father to make them all free. To make Indians free !
The British Army came to know about his motives and killed the father. They were in search of Aryan now. Expecting him to be at his home they reached there. Aryan had a gun but had never used it before. Without his father’s support he was scared to fight the army and his hands went weak. Taking advantage of that,the British Army killed him. Gayatri saw his body bleeding, unable to move.
The Army left, leaving Gayatri with the person she loved the most. The only difference was that even if she confessed her love, he would not listen.
The silence made her body numb. She had dreams, she had wishes. She was a woman beyond courage and strength. But did it really matter now? Had she fought for her own love? She sat there thinking, what would it have been staying there searching for the same love.
With each passing hour of time she realized that there were stories untold, and that, were her stories. She did realize that she was punishing herself by not letting the girl in her grow.
Alas, she left the place with her first kiss, untouched, her last love unbroken yet a pain in her heart that only she could feel.
– By Drashti Trivedi ©2016