There is still Light
Usha was a cleaner at a government school. A 40-year-old woman whose half-life was blown for her drunk husband and disgraceful kids. Though she never kept them apart, she was like a bridge pulverized by the footsteps of her own people. She knew how harsh her life was always been, but there was something in her.
The cheerful way of handling all the challenges with a kind smile.
With a handful salary of Rs 4000 per month, she was surviving her days. As a temporary worker at school, she had to be at gunpoint of her senior workers. She never did a proper lunch with them. After cooking a bounded lunch for her family, her only lunch was biscuits and tea, it was her peace of mind. Despite all the darkness in her life, she has always been a lamp of light. It wasn’t just a coincidence that Diwali was her beloved festival. A festival of light that made her feel like an elixir of life after so many black times. The night becomes brightest and the whole surrounding felt vibrant. New clothes, tasty snacks, colourful rangoli and the golden occasion when all relatives make memories in each others company. Usha never had such a sweet memory to smile.
Mr Girish was a respected teacher at the same school where Usha was working. He used to live 5 blocks away in a decent society from Usha’s home. Usha sat outside, her eyes filled with numerous thoughts. There was still darkness in this light she believed. A tear of agony kissed her cheek.
It was until that moment Mr Girish saw her as he passed. The messed up rangoli and the tears were enough for him to recognise how broken she was. He approached towards Usha and wished her. Usha swept her tears and wished him back with a hint of a smile on her face. He offered her snacks and clothes which he had purchased for his wife. Usha insisted as Mr Girish told her that he never had a sister. Those emotions moved her deeply. Her smile was back with tears of joy in her eyes, she did make a golden memory to smile. She believed there is still light.