So the other day I was talking to one of my dear friend who happens to work in the same bank as me. We were sharing bizarre stories of our day to day experience. Some were hilarious but some were really heart touching. As both of us belong to Lucknow and are posted in rural areas, we come across realities that we both feel are eye-openers. So, he started telling me about this girl who visits the bank very often. She was a regular customer, coming to withdraw money from her account carrying a toddler in her arms. She became an experience to my friend firstly when he noticed her handwriting which was exceptionally beautiful and secondly when she told him her name; Arushi.
Because of obvious curiosity, my friend had a small talk with her in order to know her a little better. This is her story. She was a 20-year-old girl, who was married off by her parents as soon as she turned 18. She was a graduate and wanted to study further but was bound by the untold rules of the society.
We often take for granted things like education. My parents gave me the liberty of choosing any field I wanted to, study as much as I want to and do whatever I dream of. How often do I or any of us for that matter, thank our parents just to have an open mind. We crib about how difficult studying is and hard life is but there is someone out there, another you, who might be deprived of just the things you have in your life. Our essentials might be a luxury to someone else. There are so many people out there, who would do anything to have a life we have.
So, I promised myself to value more what I have instead of complaining for what I am yet to achieve because I am in the position of being able to dream and achieve whatever I set my mind to and be whatever I want to but there is another Arushi out there who dreams of living my life.
