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The final decision.

                 "Mamma, who put all this water here?" little Rimi asked her mother as she trailed her, her tiny feet  straining to step into the  footprints left behind by her mother.
         "God put it there," Lata answered, mechanically. Lost in her thoughts, Lata was oblivious to her daughter following her, oblivious of the rest of her family left far behind on the beach, oblivious of the approaching waves that were now getting bigger with every passing minute.

               How much life had changed in the last few years! Rimi's birth was to bring happiness into their lives, bring Lata and Ravi closer to each other; on the contrary, the chasm between them had only widened: Ravi's affair, her in-laws being cross with her for giving them a granddaughter, instead of a grandson, her own depression threatening to get out of control.

            Each day seemed to bring with it a fresh set of problems for Lata. And, she couldn't even find a way out of it. Try as she might, she just couldn't sort things out. Was this the life she had dreamt of? How much she had craved for a child, for love to blossom again in their little garden, for a beautiful family, which she had always wanted as a child herself. And, now, when she had a child, and a family, there seemed something that was very much missing. The warmth, the understanding, the love that held a family together was missing.

         Did she want to carry on with it all? she wondered. As she looked up, she felt the waves calling out to her, opening up their arms to take her into their embrace, plucking her from the joke that her life had turned into. And, Rimi would go with her, too. After all, she, too, was an 'unwanted' in her family.

        Each step she took, she felt her heartbeat quicken. Was she doing the right thing? What else was she to do? she reasoned with herself. Someday her marriage would come to an end; where would that  leave her and her daughter? She looked over her shoulder and saw Rimi, following her blindly - Rimi, the wee mouse, following Lata, the Pied Piper. Far into the distance, she saw her family, oblivious to the two lone figures, nearing the end of their journey. It was the best decision she had taken in her life.

       She reached out for Rimi's  hand, held it tight, and gave in to the waves, which took them in their embrace, washing away their footprints, and wiping away their existence from a life that had so lost its meaning for the two poor souls.

 

This post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.

This week's prompt: Word Prompt: Footprints.

This week's prompt suggested by me.


Comments

  1. Heart wrenching, Shilpa and characterisation and depiction of relatable characters that touches the heart. Love the ending.

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    1. Thank you, Vishal! Frankly, I wasn't sure of this one myself! :))

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  2. It is so sad. Depression is a serious illness. The stigma of mental illnesses keeps people from seeking help. If only, she could go back to her parent's or could have started an independent life by walking out of the family, it would have helped. Probably, she saw no alternatives to find a better life.

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    1. Yes, Ls. She did not find it all worth it..That's life, I guess..

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  3. I wish she had turned back. I really do :( Evocative, Shilpa, right down to the last detail of the footprints in the waves of time. Beautifully done.

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    1. There are times, when you really don't want to turn back, Shailaja..This was one of those..
      Thank you for your encouraging words. They give me a lot of confidence to keep moving ahead..:)

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  4. Very well narrated, Shilpa. Story is heartbreaking. I kept thinking about her state of mind and the little one. Brought tears to my eyes. You have captured it very well through your words.

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  5. depression can be so hard. If only she could think straight and move away ... living a more peaceful life. Touching story.

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  6. Oh such a sad story, though very well written and a great take on the prompt Shilpa. :) I find it so difficult to hear when an adult takes captive an innocent soul or souls when they wish to make "the final decision." Here is my take on the word prompt: http://www.xpressyouressence.blogspot.ca/2015/05/wordy-wednesday-footprints.html <3

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    1. Yes, Elly. This one was a sad story. I was toying with the idea of giving it a happy ending. But, in life, happy endings are few and far between.
      Thank you for visiting. :)

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  7. That was so beautiful Shilpa..Heart breaking and so genuinely done..at that last moment, I just wanted Lata to pick Rimi and walk away from her family and create a happier life for both of them..

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    1. Thank you, Parul!
      Actually, I, too, wanted Lata to turn around - herself as well as her life. But, somehow, in the end, Lata took over and finished it all.

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  8. Terribly sad story. But you have told it with a tenderness and a quiet understanding which I appreciate.

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  9. And those footprints will be washed away forever. Too bad. Marriage shouldn't mean bondage. It shouldn't mean an end to your right to happiness and to your dreams. Yet, for most Indians, it is.

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    1. Yes, Chicky, that is a sad truth!

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  10. Oh Shilpa, that was a very emotional story - so well told - I felt so sad for Lata and even more for little Rimi - who had no choice. What can bring a person to the edge like this - I wish she had another option - o leave the family ,marriage and start a new life for her self. All human beings should have that option - in a perfect world....

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    1. Thank you Eli!
      Yes, people should have options, but then, at times, in desperation, they may also take other options, like the one Lata took. And, the world is really not perfect, is it? :))
      Thank you for visiting!

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  11. Wah, Shilpa. You get better and better with every tale. A bit too sad and emotional for my liking, but executed well

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    1. Thank you so much, Sid! And, coming from a prolific writer like yourself, these comments mean a lot! :))

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