I am 7, have
brown hair and wearing a long white frock.
My mother (she is my mother in current life also) is leaving the city
with my younger brother but left me behind. I am around 14 yrs., entering a
nice & cozy white home. It has a green grass lawn. I am babysitting a 5
years old kid. I am very attached to that baby. It is evening. I leave the home
as his parents have come. I reach an orphanage run by the Church. I stay here.
I am the favourite of the nuns who run the orphanage.
There is a boy.
I call him Benjamin. We are class mates in college. We are in love. We are
around 21-22 yrs and get married. I am 26 my husband met with an accident.
Benjamin is bed ridden. He cannot move as he has got paralyzed waist below
after that accident. I love Benjamin. I work and happy taking care of him but
he is very sad. His disability has taken a toll on him.
I am middle aged
now. The age, the fact of being both the bread winner and the nurse of my
husband is now showing on my face. I am no more the happy woman I was.
Benjamin and me
are walking out of the hospital. He is cured and can walk now. I am so happy.
[visibly smiling]. I felt that all the pain and suffering of those many years
was worth it.
I came home from
work and saw Benjamin hanging from the ceiling. He left me alone despite all
those years of untiring efforts put in by me. He had become too sadistic. He
started to believe that he is worthless and he should not live anymore. I did
not blame him but i felt so lonely.
I left that home
and went back to the church. I too died soon after. I had sacrificed my life
for my soul mate.
It is my grave.
The stone reads “Anna who gave her life for love” (visibly started crying). The lesson learnt.....“Never love so
immensely. Give the other one a chance to love and take care of you as much”
