“I think you need me. I mean I can help you.”
“No thanks.” Was Samira’s insipid reply.
“Let me know if you need any help.”
“Sure..will do so.”
And it was not only Rajiv, who was offering help to her.
In fact, the entire office was.
In an ideal situation, she would have admired the support her colleagues rendered. But, not under the current circumstance.
She was using the washroom, when three of her lady colleagues entered. Unaware of her presence, they started their discussion.
“It’s sad what happened with Samira. She is such a nice girl.”
“Yes..how will she live now..she looks so sad.”
“Life is going to be tough for her.”
“A single mother, in this ravenous world. Don’t know how she is dealing with it.”
“Hmm…hope she finds a man to support her soon…It’s so tough for women to survive without a man in her life.”
“And she has a child to look after.”
The ladies left leaving as Samira tried controlling her seething heart.
But she had a job to do.. So instead of ranting, she chose to get back to her cubicle.
It has been almost a month since her divorce. And still people did not stop discussing her. She was tired of hearing all the whispers.
And somehow most of the whispers managed to reach her ears. Or may be it was said in a manner to make it reach her ears.
Office was from 9-6..but she could hear whispers and hushed talks even in the neighbourhood.
Sadly she wasn’t a lone victim who was chased by those whispers..her 7year old daughter too faced the same.
He was not an abuser. But there was no love between the two. And when love is not there..it is soon replaced by mutual differences. And this difference was the result of those fights.
Navin soon found the girl of his dreams. And when Samira found out about it.. they opted for a mutual divorce.
But, how could our society understand that?
The whispers continued…It never left her..
One day, she couldn’t bear the whispers anymore.
So, she called her near and dear ones of her neighbourhood and her colleagues to a party.
A party from a divorcee…definitely attracts a huge attention.
Food was good. They all were having a gala time..When Samira intervened.
“Do you know why I hosted this party??”
“No…it’s ur birthday??”
“No..it’s my anniversary.”
“But..you are divorced.”
“Yes..I’m celebrating one year of my divorce anniversary.”
There was pin drop silence. The crowd gawked at her….as she continued.
“When Navin & I married, we both were madly in love. Maisha is the proof of our love. We both love her more than anything, even today. But with time, both me &Navin, fell out of love. Yes..it’s a fact that you can fall out of love too. We started having our differences, which started interfering the life of our beloved daughter. So we opted for mutual divorce.”
Silence still prevailed in the room.
“And for those of you, who pity me for being a single mom. Please don’t. I don’t want any sympathy or pity from anyone of you. I am happy after the divorce. I have a decent job with a decent salary, a house that I own, a lovable daughter. Believe me guys, I have never been more happy than now..I’m happy being a single mom.”
Few nodded..few still trying to figure out what they have just heard.
“I don’t need a man to define me. I don’t need a man to complete me. I am a complete person even without a man. I’m a self dependent. Fortunately, I was born and brought up like one. I don’t understand the cliches attached with marriage. Why would you stay in a marriage even when you are unhappy? Can anyone tell me the areas/situations where I will feel helpless without a man?? Can you?”
No one answered. But few started understanding her.
“I can do every damn thing a man does. And if someday I find love, like Navin did, I will accept it. But till then, it would be an earnest request from all of you to stop those whispers. Not because they hurt me..they don’t, because I’m happy with the choice I made.
But because, I feel that all of you think that a single woman/mom is weak. Let me tell you..they are not. Even if I didn’t have a job, I would have somehow managed to provide for my daughter. I wanted happiness. And divorce brought back my happiness. Please stop those whispers for once and all.”
The party ended in no time. The guests left hurriedly. Some with compassion, some with strength and some with criticism..
The whispers continued…but never reached her ears again.
P.S. We may love the men in our lives. But that doesn’t mean that we are weak without them. We are strong, even if the world makes us believe that we are not.