Thanks to Urvashi and Akanksha, for hosting this amazing blog hop ‘women supporting women’. I have read so many beautiful posts in this series, today I am bring a short story, of course a fiction, for all of you, inline with the theme of the hop. I like to write short stories, more than non-fiction. Hope you all like this one too.
The morning was beautiful, the winters had just begun in Delhi. But Mithila had no time today, even to sip her favourite masala chai. She was chasing the clock, as she was getting late for work and her darling maid Lakshi had not arrived yet. Her husband and daughter were off to their respective destination, office and school. Her run to finish the chores, was interrupted by the doorbell.
It was Lakshi. “Here you are, finally. But now I am leaving for work. Finish everything in the evening Lakshi” Mithila said in a single breath. “Didi, I am going on a month-long leave. My sister will do my work. I will bring her in the evening”, Lakshi replied with the same rush. “suno Lakshi…”, Mithila called her. “aati hu shaam ko didi,” said Lakshi as she sneaked out. Although Mithila wasn’t happy with the news, but she had no time to discuss it then. It was an important day at work today.
Mithila was anticipating a tough day at work. She picked up all her stuff and locked the home. Mithila and Niketan were married for seven years. They had a 4-year-old daughter name, Anagha. It was a love marriage, both of them working on good posts. Mithila’s mother lived just a couple of blocks away and Anagha was staying with her nani after school till one of her parents used to pick her up in the evening. Many times, the thought of leaving job crossed Mithila’s mind. But she was confident that her family is supporting her, especially her mother Shalini.
Her mom was a retired lecturer, she loved Anagha however she had her own work too. She was still giving guest lectures, attending conferences as well as presenting research papers. On the occasions, when Shalini was traveling or unavailable for Anagha, it was Lakshi. She was doing best she can to support Mithila. And Mithila always showed how indebt she was to Lakshi in every possible way. May it be paying fees for her daughters’ school or to take both of them out on a Christmas eve along with her own family to plush malls. They all were there for each other without saying anything explicitly.
Mithila loved her role and the organization she was working for. It was her 6th year with the company and she was a big promotion too. But today was not the day to think about it. It was her turn to stand for one more woman in her life. Rituja.
Rituja was not just her colleague, but her best friend at work. She was a divorcee. She had gone through enough in her life from domestic violence to miscarriage and a bad divorce fight. All in a short span of 18 month of being married, the family was wealthy but still had dowry expectations. Which obviously were unfulfilled to their expectation but above Rituja’s parents capacity. This experience made Rituja a rebel and strong, outgoing woman. She had her own rules, and she disowned the rules by society the moment no one from the society stood by her when her divorce case reached the court. Everyone wanted her to compromise. She would have done that if the pain and burden of losing the unborn child was bearable.
Coming back to today, Rituja filled a molestation complaint to the HR about their HOD. She was right, most of the females in the team had faced his unwanted advances, but no one dared to speak out. Most of the women either changed the company or at least the department. But Rituja wasn’t going to let it go so easily. She had to fight it. There were people in her team, talking about how out going she is and leaving no stone unturned to character assassinate her, just to make the boss happy.
Today, Mithila had to register her statement in front of the HR and management team. When she reached office, all eyes were stuck on her. She could sense people talking and gossiping about what she is going to do today. Her promotion might get affected by what stand she would take today. But she knew she has to stand by Rituja today, she had seen the HOD pilling up on her on many occasions and trying to touch Rituja and make her uncomfortable.
Mithila settled on her desk, Rituja was sitting on hers. People also settled. The entire day passed just by waiting for a call from HR but that didn’t happen. And Mithila started for home. By the time she reached home Niketan and Anagha were home too. In fact, even Lakshi was waiting with her sister.
“Oh ha, ye syaapa abhi baaki hi hai”, Mithila said in frustration looking at Lakshi. While making tea for all she got into conversation with Lakshi. Lakshi was telling her sister what and how things need to be done here.
“Why do you need a month’s holiday?” Mithila said a little irritated. “you know both my sons are in hostel didi. One of then is giving first board exam. I want to be there to see how he studies, what he wats and all”, Lakshi explained.
“Board exams are announced long ago, why are you telling me now?” Mithila was still unhappy. “Didi, if I leave my work just like that, I won’t get it back easily. And I need this work Didi. So, I first convince my mother to send my sister here, then convinced her to do my work for as long as I am gone. Then convinced my husband that this will work out and our son needs me right now. When everything fell into place, I booked a ticket. I went to station to bring her home, that’s why I got late.” Lakshi was going on and on.
While listening to Lakshi’s story, Mithila was convinced that every woman is supported by so many women in their lives. Without whom, they can’t achieve much even in a day-to-day life. Her resolve to stand for Rituja was stronger than ever now. She knew for a woman to succeed in her endeavours she support from a lot of women, her real life heroes.
Thanks to all of you amazing readers and participants of the #WSWbloghop without the motivation and support from you guys I would not survive and thrive in this world specially blogging. I would like to take this opportunity to show my gratitude for two such friends who are always there, Sonal Mathur from AuraofThoughts.com and Alpana Bapat from mothersGurukul.com Thank you, ladies.
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