Fighting Kismat: The Story Of a Fifteen Year Old

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Written by Apoorva Rajhans

Struck into the monotony of our lives, we get so busy that we forget the importance of the beautiful things in life.
Complaining about the scorching weather, the traffic of the city and water related issues, the essence of life is being lost.
Standing in my balcony, I spotted a pretty girl wearing a light green salwar-kameez and a tightly tied dupatta along her left shoulder and waist. She was almost 15-16 years old. After nearly ten minutes, a fat contractor came and ordered her to start her work. She walked towards the pile of bricks and carried it to the second floor of the under construction building on her head. She was a labourer.
Later in the evening, I saw her going towards her home. I shouted ‘aye chhoti’ and she turned towards me. I started talking to her and asked if she had ever been to school and what her parents did. She told me that she had seen a school from outside once but has never been there to study. Her father was also a labourer but he lost his one leg in an accident at one of the construction sites four years back. She had a mother but she died while delivering her fifth child. Since she was thirteen years old, she has been working and earns almost 300 a day. She has been the sole earner at her family from last 2-3 years and still never lets her younger siblings work. She cannot arrange their schooling but has maintained well to arrange food for her family twice a day and a shelter on their heads.
I was deeply surprised by her courage. She depicted in her eyes the courage that only a few people can be spotted with. Inspite of getting no special care and attention as a kid at her home, she has achieved big by now. Being a father and a mother at the age of 13 for her siblings would have never been easy but the situations in life made her strong.
I couldn’t see a line of discontentment at her face when she talked about her younger siblings and financial problems but her eyes wettened a bit while talking about her mother. I asked her what she wanted to be in life, she smiled and replied,” kuch achha (something good)”. I smiled back and again asked her what she exactly meant by something good. She thought for a moment and said that she never dreamt of being something, all she wanted was a good-going happy family.
We have got so much that even minute gaps look like a hole to us. We forget about those who have got only holes and struggle to find a gap between their holes.


About the author

Apoorva Rajhans

Studying hons, at shaheed bhagat singh college, I am a simple person but with wide futuristic views... I firmly believe that the youth is powerful enough to drive the change. However serious enough I may sound like, I am a fun loving person too and love to hangout with my friends and to explore the world and its people...

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