Thursday, April 16, 2015

Neisha ...

Nishimma was sitting in the veranda of her house, as is she was waiting for someone. Every day for the past 6 years on this day she would be sitting exactly at the same place right from morning. But till now, no one came as the answer for the wait.

No-one knew her original name. She was Nishimma for both old and young. Kids loved her for her stories. She had the talent for capturing her young audience with her mesmerizing words and eyes full of emotions and expressions.

In the past, she was Neisha. She came to this town as a young bride. And ever since then this was her home. Her marriage was a happy one. Her husband was the most loving person she has ever met. They were college sweethearts before becoming the most beautiful married couple. But good things don’t last forever. Likewise, her good days didn’t last long. Her husband died in an accident when their baby boy, Monu was just six months. She still doesn’t know how she survived the days after his demise. Everything felt so unreal and sad. Her in-laws who were supposed to be with her, decided to move apart and started accusing her. They believed it was her and Monu’s bad luck which caused the death of their son. When their words become poisonous swords, she left that home. And from that moment it was a constant struggle to stand on her own feet to survive. The only thought that made her living was Monu. She did multiple jobs and worked for more than 15 hours a day. But she felt all her hard work was paying off when Monu got the opportunity to do his studies in an US university. She sold all her belongings and counted until the last penny, till she had enough money to pay for her son’s dreams. And willingly she moved to an old age home when her son went to chase his dreams. Monu was heartbroken to leave his mother when he was going searching for greener pasture. He promised his mom to be back soon, and take her with him.

But that promise, just remained as words. And every year, the day Monu left, Nishimma will be seen in the veranda … waiting for her only son… 


P.S Neisha :- Derived from Indian Elephant, Gneisha – God of all good things in life
          Veranda :- A roofed platform along the outside of a house, level with the ground floor.

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  1. how cruel! I so hope that her endless wait is over and her son comes back to her!

  2. Oh! That's a sad one! After all the struggles in life, she had to see this day too! :(

  3. Heartbreaking .... You write it so well, can picture her ... waiting.... hope its not too late, and that he will come back..

  4. How sad. That really tugged at the heartstrings. Sometimes people can be so ungrateful and callous.

  5. I do hope the son comes back one day to visit her and perhaps help her like she helped him to get his education


  6. Beautifully penned that I could feel her sadness! Good one, Sheethal!

  7. That is so sad..Beautifully written Sheethal..

  8. This is the weekend before the last full week of A to Z. You’re amazing for staying with us this long. Thanks for your commitment. You’re almost there. This event only happens once a year, so get ready for the home stretch!

    Stephen Tremp
    A to Z Cohost
    P is for Paranormal Vs. Supernatural

  9. This is so poignant.I wish things would get better soon.

  10. It is heartbreaking to go through such turmoils and still stand in one's own feet only to lose the one you suffered life for! Hopefully he takes her with him some day.