Life in Mayur Vihar had settled into a rhythm of stability and growth, but as the seasons changed, so did my journey. Delhi though was full of opportunity did not offered me complete peace and my mind was still lingering into the darkness of my past events. I knew it was hard for me to escape the trauma of the past but the beauty of this new life provided me with infinite possibilities of beginning a new phase of my life. My meeting with Zahir and my newly found friendship grew fainter and fainter with his family around and his new business expansion and political involvements.
My newly found freedom, my kids and the celebration of life that I almost found after suffering a decade of confinement and pain never allowed me to bother about the loss of this new relation that gave me the courage to leave everything behind and to discover myself existence.
Megha kept on helping me and stood strong behind me all these days. Money crisis never became an issue as whatever I borrowed for settling myself was repaid with the new job that offered me a high salary prospect. But the happiness was short lived as soon I realised by the end of the year that the job needed to fill the vacant position and hence I was being offered what I demanded for. Soon I was under pressure and the year came to an end. Although my son,9 kept on supporting me through all the kith and kin and helped me in mailing my resume to far off places where we could find prospect of settling down and can start without any further problems. With new year offline classes began to start and my kids soon completed their session. their Transfer certificate reached me much before the stipulated time. Although I kept on asking for the renewal of my contract but there was no positive response from my school. I was under stress thinking what would I do if the I don't get any opportunity. where I would get my kids admitted in the new session.
on 25th of March, last working day of the session in that prestigious school, I was hopeful of my renewal but in the evening at 6 p.m I received a call from the academic head telling me that my services are suspended and I need not to come from tomorrow. I faced a sudden setback in my career. Despite my best efforts, my contract at the prestigious school in Delhi was not renewed, leaving me with uncertainty and anxiety about the future. Days of searching for new opportunities proved futile, and the pressure continued to mount as I struggled to make ends meet.
Amidst the turmoil, my landlord, Mr. Puri, emerged as a pillar of support, offering kindness and understanding during my darkest days. His generosity eased the burden of financial strain, allowing me to focus on finding a new path forward. I was heart broken, it was almost the end of session and every school in my near by area has filled the vacany. I was under tremendous pressure, the whole night went into thinking and rethinking about the options available. I kept on roaming to far off places looking for opportunity everywhere. cooking in the morning and making my kids understand that it was important for me to leave for the interview. My heart was scared of leaving my kids behind in a locked house left me heart broken and at times made me feel tormented but there was no other option left with me.
days of searching went futile and there was no hope that could solace me and the pain of being left amidst the fast life of Delhi. My landlord Mr. Puri knew what I was going through and stood beside three of us like a father figure. He even told me not to worry about the rent since he was ready to adjust for few months unless I found a suitable job. A doctor by profession, he always loved my kids and treated them without charging a penny. He used to bring gifts for my daughter and always had hearty conversations with my son. My parents though supported me never stayed around much which again strengthened me and made me self reliant and sufficient. I learned the biggest lesson of life that whatsoever you do, in the end you have to survive alone if you choose to live your life on your own terms. I was finally tired of giving interviews lost hope and my savings account was almost empty. One day felt like committing suicide but the sight of my kids stopped me from loosing hope at the hand of destiny. But fate had something else to offer me which I was unaware of.
I lied on my bed and looked at the ceiling, scenes from past over flowed my mind and I remembered how I journeyed from being 12th passed to M.A English (gold medalist), B.Ed..........
thoughts of past again filled my brain and took me to the month of June 2017, while in the third trimester of m y pregnancy I went to college to give me third semester exams of M.A English. All alone in a transport bus I struggled my way upto the seat in front and travelled all the way to college. standing near the entrance I even fainted when few of my college friends helped me and made me sit in the corridor, brought me water. The invigilator suggested me to go back and take rest but there I was firm on my decision to complete my exam anyhow. How tough the life has been and how courageously I made my way through it was the living testament of my journey. I wavered into the world of dreams and hoped to see my parents the next day who were on their way to Delhi, since I was unable to handle the emotional turmoil of losing job, handling kids and finding a new path in life or they might have sensed in voice the hope that I was giving up day by day as I found new constraints
everywhere and new challenges of working as a single mother with a 3 year old daughter by my side.
One day while I was leaving for the interview at DAV Dayanand Vihar, I recieved a call from Ms, Diya, who told me about my online interview in a prestigious school in Dehradun which was lined up at 2 p.m. I was exalted by the news and I knew that this was the opportunity I was waiting for. The opportunity for a new job in Dehradun emerged, presenting me with a chance to further my career and embark on a fresh chapter of self-discovery. The prospect of relocating to Dehradun stirred a mix of excitement and trepidation within me. Leaving behind the familiar comforts of Mayur Vihar was daunting, but the promise of professional growth and a fresh start beckoned me forward. With a sense of determination, I embraced the opportunity, bidding farewell to the community that had nurtured me through my darkest days.
As I settled into my new role in Dehradun, the lush greenery and serene surroundings provided a backdrop for introspection and renewal. The school, nestled amidst the hills, offered a platform to expand my horizons and delve deeper into my passion for education. With each passing day, I found fulfillment in the classroom, guiding students on their journey of discovery and growth.
Yet, amidst the excitement of my new job, the shadows of my past lingered. The memories of my tumultuous marriage and the scars it left behind continued to haunt me. Determined to seek closure and justice, I took a bold step forward and filed a report with the Mahila Ayog, shedding light on the abuse and suffering I endured.
The process was arduous and emotionally draining, but it was a necessary step towards reclaiming my voice and seeking accountability for the injustices I faced. With each testimony shared and each piece of evidence presented, I felt a sense of empowerment and liberation wash over me. Though the road to justice was long and fraught with challenges, I remained steadfast in my pursuit of truth and healing.
In the midst of these tumultuous developments, my connection with Zahir began to fade. As I navigated the complexities of my new life and pursued my goals with unwavering determination, I realized that our paths were diverging. Though his presence had once brought comfort and companionship, I now understood that true strength lay in forging my own path and embracing my destiny.
With newfound clarity, I focused on further improving my career and pursuing my academic aspirations. I pursued a Masters of Arts in Education, delving into the theories and practices that would shape my approach to teaching and learning.
The journey ahead was filled with challenges and uncertainties, but I faced each obstacle with resilience and determination. As I immersed myself in my studies and embraced the opportunities that came my way, I felt a sense of purpose and fulfillment wash over me. The scars of my past no longer defined me; they were now symbols of strength and resilience, reminders of the journey that had led me to this moment of transformation.
And as I looked towards the horizon, filled with endless possibilities and new beginnings, I knew that the best was yet to come. Armed with courage, conviction, and a steadfast belief in my own abilities, I embraced the winds of change and set forth on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment.
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A LONE SOUL
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