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Mother
Today, my husband returns from prison. Karuna had freshly plastered and painted the house just the day before. In these three years, she'd rigorously saved whatever she could—ten or fifteen rupees—and spent it all preparing for her husband's welcome and celebration. She had new dhotis made for him, new kurtas, and planned a new coat and cap for their child. She repeatedly embraced the child, her heart overflowing with joy. If this child hadn't risen like the sun, illuminating her darkened life, perhaps misfortune would have claimed it. Just three months after her husband's imprisonment, this child was born. It was this child's face that Karuna had fixated on for these three years. She mused, "When I take this child to him, how overjoyed he will be! He will be amazed, then lift him into his arms, and exclaim, 'Karuna, you have given me a jewel, and made me happy!'. All the hardships of his captivity will be forgotten in the babbling of this child; his innocent, captivating gaze will dispel all the anxieties in his heart." Filled with this anticipation, she felt a boundless happiness.
She was contemplating—many men will be there with Aditya. At the moment he arrives at the door, the sound of 'जय-जयकार' will echo through the sky. How glorious that will be! Karuna had spread a tattered mat for them to sit on, prepared some betel nut, and constantly watched the doorway, her eyes yearning. Her husband's resolute, generous, spirited presence repeatedly replayed in her mind. His words, spoken during his time away, kept echoing—his unwavering resolve, his resilience in the face of the police's brutality, the smile that even then graced his lips, his inherent dignity; these were indelible memories in Karuna's heart. These thoughts, along with that of her husband, caused a flush of pride to colour her pale face. This was the anchor that had sustained her through the intense suffering of these three years. Many nights were spent without food, often without a lamp in the home, yet her eyes never held tears of despair. Today, all that hardship will end. In her husband's b embrace, she would joyfully bear it all. Having received this immeasurable treasure, she would have no further desires.
The sun, on its relentless path, was gliding towards its setting, where twilight draped a golden carpet and adorned a bed of luminous blossoms. At that moment, Karuna saw a man approaching, leaning on a stick, his posture conveying the pain of a worn-out soul. He paused at every step, coughing, his head bowed, making him appear to be an old man. Yet, in a flash, as he drew closer, Karuna recognized him. It was her beloved husband, but alas! His appearance had changed drastically. His youth, his vitality, his grace, his robust build—all gone. Left was only a frame of bones. No companions, no friends, no associates. Karuna stepped out to meet him, but the desire to embrace him remained suppressed in her heart. All her dreams vanished into thin air. All her happiness dissolved into a torrent of tears.
Aditya, stepping into the home, smiled at Karuna. But that smile held a world of sorrow. Karuna grew weak, as if her heart had stopped beating. She stood, her eyes wide, fixed on her husband, as if doubting what she saw. Not a word of greeting, or sorrow, escaped her lips. Their child, nestled in her arms, also looked at this frail figure with fearful eyes, clinging to his mother.
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