It was the third time in the same month. I am a freelancer
by passion and it’s the third time in a row on the same month that I lost my
bid. I felt naïve and incompetent. I try to retract my previous triumphs. Till
yesterday it seemed to be a cake walk. But why now? My intellect cease to
understand the cause, but fretted at my downfall.
The week started off quiet dreadfully when my beloved ladylove
(maid) became wobbly with her right hand and became impaired. The doctors
promptly advised, that she take a good breather of her swamped routine. Bidding
Good-Bye to my lady love was an arduous task for me, for she has been a part of
my family for years. I try to put myself together, consoled me and aided her as
much as I could.
I found myself amidst a turmoil, balancing work and home.
Paralyzed, now I try to confront my divine with my indignation. I shriek and
wail unable to cope up my downfall. I felt as though, somebody had pushed me in
unfathomable waters. I now chuckle at my ignorance but certainly the experience
taught me to bounce back.
It was now almost a month that my lady love had gone and I
try to accustom myself with the new one. It was a usual busy morning that I
receive a call from my old maid. She had called me to find out if she can
resume her job again. Though perplexed as how this could happen so soon, I
happily gave my nod. The inner me was secretly relishing her come back.
There comes the appointed day and time, the doorbell rings.
I rush to open the door to see my lady love stand in front of me with a wide
smile on her face. There she was, with a big smile and with a few handpicked
flowers for me, greeting me with all zest.
She looked fragile and weak. The mystery slowly unraveled
before me. Through the month she had been working in a canteen. It then dawned
upon me that she was the sole bread winner of her family. Though in a turmoil,
she had strived all her way through canteen work, baby sitting and being a bit
of cook, to take care of her mentally challenged husband and daughter.
In the meantime, she also found a sponsor who could treat
her hand (shoulder). She stood in front me like valiant warrior defeating
thousands of men in war field. I found her as an epitome of courage. This lady
love of mine has not visited any school, but there she stood in front me
teaching an important lesson in life “to bounce back”.
I learnt my lessons that day from my teacher, my own “lady
love”. She is still an inspiration to me. I found my divine answering to my
calls through her. Perhaps, he was silently holding my hand all the while
waiting for me to “bounce back” from what I called unfathomable waters.
