An unknown face and a same old story

She was a 20 years old girl who came to our house to work as a domestic helper. A dusky, skinny girl with beautiful long hair.Her deep black eyes were like dark night. One of the agencies sent her to my mom. The rate was fixed- 170/- Indian rupèes per day.
Though my mother wasn't happy at all with her work ability. She was an inefficient novice. She was some one who was really sweet and caring.
      She told my mother about her life. She was from a village of Bihar where the light of education and civilization didn't reach. Women are not allowed to go to school or even think themselves as a human being. They was born to please men and to give birth to a child. She got married in the age of 15 (Forcefully). Her parents got shifted to Bengal along with her two elder brothers.
The real story started from there. She was brutally tortured and bitten by her husband and in laws. She starved for so many days but no body cared. In this country there is no such word as "Marital rape"; So it is meaningless to discuss on that. What she has been through, only she could feel. After 1 year she gave birth to a girl child but nothing had changed.
One day she decided to escape to her parents' house along with her child. She escaped to Bengal from the village of Bihar. Here the situation was more pathetic.
She enlisted her name to some agencies which supply the caregivers to the different families. In her family ,there continued the same old story. Her brothers were brutally torturing her for coming back.
She was happy in our house despite of the scolding which she used to get from my mom due to her irresponsible work. She was just 20. I was wondering in the age of 20, I was worried about my career and studies and my grades but this girl was struggling for survival along with a baby. I liked her jovial nature and ever smiling face which was  quite inspiring. Even whenever I felt blue, she was the one who started preparing new dishes for me to make me smile. Whenever I used to back from  my work, she cared more than my mom. What I would eat! How to make me smile!
She always cared about that.
Most of the time I see her applying face pack made by the simple ingredients from the kitchen.
Yes!She was truly inspiring.
Yesterday when she went back home, she found her parents and brothers went somewhere by leaving her three years old daughter alone in the house. The child cried all day long.She didn't know what to do with her, hence she took her child to our house.
It brought tears into my eyes while writing it. She was standing outside of the door by holding her daughter's hand. My mother didn't allow her to enter into the house along with her daughter. It seemed that both of them were hungry since yesterday. I was listening everything from inside. I wasn't strong enough to witness such a cruel moment. She was someone who really used to care about me but in her tough time, I couldn't able to be with her. I was feeling like a loser and helpless.
She left by holding her little daughter's hand silently.
It has been just one month but don't know why it makes me feel so upset... It seems to be that a true friend has left me alone.
Actually this is the journey of life. Every human being is running and fighting for survival. Life is cruel, life is cool,life is sweet,life is bitter.
Life is all about keeping your hope alive. "One day everything will be alright." "One day we will find our destination". Nobody will stand with you except yourself.
I wish all the best for your new journey,my friend.

The story of a "Mother-teacher".

Year 2013 unexpectedly I got another sudstitution class along with my regular classes.The child came to that class-LKG C. He was special.His disabilities were the reason of his hyperactive behaviour and anger.Everyday the other children of the class and their parents used to come with several complaints against him."He has hurt my child"... "He has bitten me" and many more. He was wild,helpless,short tempered & confused. He never bothered about the others. Every child was learning in the class. He didn't bother. I remember how he used to escape from the class and play hide and seek with me. The untamed child became a friend of mine. Then a new teacher came and I handed over the substitution class to her.The friendship remained the same. The life of a mother- teacher is quite challenging. You can't get rid of your worries. Every time I heard about him,-"He can't"... "He is not normal"... "He is good for nothing"..."He is mad"... In 2015 he came back again to me in class 1. He started writing. His handwriting was bad. His work was untidy. He could copy but couldn't write sentences or even words. He went to the next class but the same feedback I got from all the teachers."He can't" ... "He is crazy".."He doesn't listen or even takes out his books and copies"... People used to mock at him as if he is not a human being or some alien. Everyone gave the verdict- He needs a special school. He was in class 2 and I  was so busy with the children of my class that couldn't notice that every day he used peep into my class to see me.
His mother took a tough decision to bring him back to class1 once again. She had faith in me but I wasn't confident enough to assure his improvement.May be like everyone I also misunderstood him. In 2017 he came back to my class again. I discovered his real problem of not following the classroomrules. It was his lack of confidence. He became calm , extremely quite and passive. From 2013 to 2017- His behaviour was changed drastically. I was adamant this time to prove him as normal as the other children of the school. I started work on him. He started writing words and sentences without my help. After each and every instruction,he used to come to me and say- "I can't" but I said-"you can"... And his journey started.

He started working by himself,he perticipated in several cultural programs of the school and at the end of the session, he got his report card. From D grade to B1 in English and Mathematics.A2 in EVS.
I used to scold him like a mother. Sometimes by mistake he used to call me- "Mumma". He told me- "I want to be a scientist". Yes you can. I will be waiting for the day.
All the very best to you.

The life of a "Mother-teacher" is not easy. She doesn't get a trophy for her achievement. Her achievement is in the improvement of her children.

It is so simple to call someone"Good for nothing"but ask a simple question to youself- "Why he is 'Good for nothing'?"Give a try. You will only feel the satisfaction to see the improvement of that "Good for nothing"children or I should call-"The need support" children.