Pari (fairy)

  

'"If you don't bring me almonds tomorrow, look!" The little pari pointed her index finger at me and said to me
'I will definitely bring it,' I said with a smile, and Pari ran away to go home.
"Pari is the first standard girl in my school. She was delicate like a fairy, fair-skinned like a little doll. Any class student in my school is the same to me. Not only in my class but also with students from other classes, I have a bond. So all the children in the school are approached with equal rights. Of course, sometimes the kids in my class assert their rights by saying, "It's our ma'am!" but they seem to want this sweet "ma'am is mine" argument as much. Pari is the sister of my student, Sandeep; he is in my class. Sandeep is a smart and lovely student. The real name of the pari is Archana. But as soon as I saw her, the name "Pari" came to my lips.
Of course, being a school in a tribal area, the fairy tales had not yet reached here. Our stories revolved around animals, kings, queens, demons, thieves, and demons. So who are fairies, and what do they do? Then I explained who the fairies are and what they do.

"But Madame Archie has no wings? She can't fly.?" Sandeep said it in surprise. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Oh, fairies aren't real. They are only in stories. Archu looks sweet like a fairy, so I call her Pari."I did not know how much they understood my speech. But it came to light that Madam was so in love with Pari. The peculiarity of tribal societies is their unity. Everyone supports each other. Take care of all the children of Pari. It was felt from her behavior that Pari should be loved at home as well. Go out of the classroom to drink water or pee, and slowly enter my classroom and get pampered by me. .One day, Pari slowly came to my class with a board. 'Write me a barakhdi, my madam said,' Pari said, handing the slate to me.
' Don't you do your studies then?
'I can't write."
'Pari replied to my question. I finished her study looking at her. The girl jumped and ran to the classroom. Pari appeared again in half an hour.
'what now'? Looking at my questioning face, Pari said, "Our madam asked who wrote on the slate?" 
So what did you say?' I asked curiously. ' I will say that you wrote it.' Pari spoke innocently. Her sweet face looked as innocent as a delicate flower. My fairy was beyond true.She is far away from lies, anger, and hatred. 
She likes to sit quietly in my chair and watch me while I teach. Pari pointed to the bench to answer my question, "Now where do I sit?" I pick up the pari and put her on one side of the table, so I can do my work. Of course, Pari continued to do her pranks there too. Today, the stripes she drew on the teacher's presence book bear witness to it, as my students still testify to the lines drawn by Pari on the student presence book. This sweet and beloved fairy suddenly became distant and distant. I thought Madam was stopping her studies. But even on lunch break, Pari was staying far away. Her brother, Sandeep, remained depressed. In between, they went to study at a government residency school in the district. I felt a little depressed. But this was normal. On Corona's vacation, they started coming to our school. Pari smiled from afar but did not come close. Due to the Corona epidemic, school nutrition
(mid-day meal) was closed. Children have to bring lunch boxes from home. Of course, tiffin boxes were not available in every house. Then chutney bhakri or chutney poli is brought in a cloth or plastic bag.Pari's grandmother brought tiffins for them. But after a few days, she didn't bring tiffins. Sandeep and Pari used to be sad about it. One day, while observing the children, it was realized that Sandeep and Pari did not bring the lunch boxes. When the children sat down to eat, these two were playing in the playground. When I was called and asked about food, the answer was 'no hunger'. But seeing his sad face and the tears in Sandeep's eyes, I suspected that something was wrong. I called Pari near, gave her some money, and asked her to take food and eat. Pari initially refused, but went after her insistence. After eating, her face became happy again.

"Didn't Pari let Sandeep eat this?" to my question 
"He didn't take it," said the fairy, who ran away. The next day, I swam, filled two tiffins, and took them to school. On the lunch break, Sandeep used to go and play like always. I called them near and asked them to eat both the lunch boxes. Both the children happily ran away with the boxes. After a while, Sandeep ran in. "Ma'am, a "Ma'am, may you have a tiffin for you? You won't eat."

"No. Both the boxes are yours." I said, waving my hands over his head. All the children packed the lunch boxes. I was bringing as many lunch boxes as possible. One day, I went to Pada for work. I met Pari's grandmother. With great admiration, she was showing the house with great admiration. "Madam, build the house. This floor is installed. Now there is a sheet on top. But then the water below will not get wet.Now rainwater will not come into the house during the rainy season. In monsoon," the children inquired while chatting with her. "Madam Sandeep is big. Then Archana, her little brother, the youngest,
"Where is Archana's mother?” I asked casually.
"We kicked her out." Grandma said it angrily. "She wasn't working at all. So I gave it away. Now we will bring another one. Doughter in low," Grandma was talking easily. But I kept looking at her.
"This is my little daughter-in-law, who does everything. It feeds me, the children. How much work does she do?" Pari's grandmother was talking. And I realized the reason behind the sad faces of the children. Aunt feeds. But don't get up in the morning and do it. I brought something in a tiffin for them every day. When my pari started laughing again, I realized that her mother had returned.
. She has no parents, so her question is, Where to go no matter how much her husband beats her.?' Pari, who is always smiling, brings tears to her eyes when she brings up the subject of her mother. .Pari is growing up watching domestic quarrels and the inhuman beating of her mother. God knows how many children are wasting away their childhood with domestic violence.
Sometimes Pari used to come to school very well prepared. Her mother dresses her well. The sweet pari looked even sweeter. It was immediately noticed that there was a happy atmosphere in the house today. Pari's mother's thumb was fractured by her husband. So Pari had to stay home frequently for housework. Once her mother came to school, I asked about staying at Pari's house. She mumbled something in her mouth and left. I am a bit angry with her behavior: 'What a careless woman? There is no concern about the girl's education.' I went to class muttering like this.
One day while going to school, a parent suddenly said to me in front of the school, "Ma'am, she is behaving unbecomingly toward her. She should at least think of three small children."

I don't know anything. "What happened, brother?"
"Madame Archie's mother committed suicide at night. No one knows what will happen now." I was shocked to hear his words. How is this possible?
Pari's mother loved her three children very much. She remained close to her husband despite suffering all the hardships for the sake of the children. She used to give a good turn to the pari. Her mother loves to decorate the pari. A few months ago, she lodged a complaint with the police station against her husband's domestic violence. Since then, she has come to live in the colony from Pada. How can such a brave woman commit suicide? I don't know anything. Pari witnessed it. Therefore, Pari's testimony was recorded at the police station. How could such a young girl know? How will she testify? Many questions were coming to mind. I am so worried about Pari. I saw Pari attend school when I went to school the next day. I took her close and turned my hand on her back. At such times, words become mute. Pari's father went to jail. Grandma went elsewhere, fearing the police. Uncle and Aunty take care of Pari and her siblings. Pari comes to school every day to study. Whenever she sees me sitting quietly, she says to herself"Madam is s upset." Pari takes my mobile and says, Madam, smile, I am taking your photos." Then the pari takes pictures until I laugh. Sometimes she makes me laugh by suddenly making strange noises in my ears.
Every day after school, Pari comes slowly to me and kisses my cheek. When Pari is held close, I remember my Sonpari. Then the hug gets tighter.
 

 

 

 

 

 

Unwanted

 ' Dali, 'The name was a little different." But the girl was innocent. They are the fifth or seventh children of their parents.

As the eldest, she is beloved by her father. Her older sister, Lachha, had learned from my class. Elder brother Dashrath was in my class. And now Dali is one of my first standard students. If Dali did not come to school, it was usual to go to her house, meet her parents, and explain to them. When the father became the deputy sarpanch of the village, he said, 'Madam, I have a lot of work to do." Where do I get the time?" The real answers started coming. Her elder sisters had dropped out of the same school. Big family, mother pregnant every year, taking care of younger siblings, so none of them had completed their education. Dali is good at studying in it. So it was my struggle that at least her education should not be interrupted.

I once went to her house, like always. When I explained this to her mother, she became pregnant again. "Why don't you do a family planning operation?" The answer to my question was, "We are expecting a male child.". 

I returned to the school, explaining that Dali should be sent there. But Dali was absent. After many days' absence, Dali came back to school.

"Why didn't you come to school for so long? Are you worried about your studies?" I asked her angrily. "Ma'am, I have a new-born sister. So I was at home." Dali said.

"How is your sister?"

"She is dead," Dal replied to my question. What will happen if she doesn't die? I was muttering to myself. How much to explain? It doesn't matter.

I was looking at Dali. "Was your sister sick? How did she die?"

"Covering the basket on baby down, she said then," Dali was saying easily. I didn't refer to her sentence. The first standard little girl who was saying anything. I asked her to sit down. "Little girls say anything," I casually asked the cooks at lunch break.

"Ma'am, she is telling the truth,"' said a cook. 'Among them, the girl is killed at an early age. Tobacco is put in the leaves of the Nagarvel plant, and it's placed in a newborn girl's mouth. And she is covered in a basket. The girl dies of suffocation within an hour and a half. Then most of them bury in the house.'

The cook was saying, and I was listening dumbfoundedly,How is this possible?" I was confused. A family was seen aborting the fetus through gender testing. But this was very scary. explained in detail. I did not know how to react. How can a newborn baby be treated so cruelly? At least, how can a mother's heart agree?

"Madam, they feel nothing. For them, this is just a custom," cook Tai was saying.

Killing a living girl like that? How terrible it feels to hear. An unwanted girl lives with the stamp of unwantedness all her life. But here, her right to live was taken away. Instead of killing an ant, we are sinful people who think, 'Put sugar on it and it will go away'... Here, the young soul is suffocated; it is only for the girl because she is unwanted. The essence was shocking to my middle-class mind. And the subject was so sensitive that there was nothing I could do. My protest was like gently patting an elephant on the back. The elephant would not feel anything, but it would be time to go to the feet of the elephant to try patting on its back. At such a time, the laws of equality, rights, and protection of women all seem to be stupid. Fortunately, soon we were transferred from there, and my thoughts on this subject stopped. A period of 10–12 years passed in between. When I re-investigated, it was much improved. Killing girls is rare now. But what Dali's parents did was have a son.An awful incident happened in Dali's parents lives as a result of what they had done to have a son. His only son also committed suicide at the age of 16. The son did not remain. But the girls they didn't want are the same girls with them...

 

 

Mother

 After school in the evening, I went home with my daughter. Since I lived in the village, I was going home after school. Pratiksha and Naina were walking in front of me. Little did they know that I was coming back. So their chat started. Suddenly Naina said, "How wonderful it would have been if Manisha ma'am was our mother and Sunil sir was our father. No!" Patiksha confirmed it. I laughed.

Naina, my dear student; her name in school is Pratiksha. But there was still a very naughty girl with the same name in my class; she was also Pratiksha. Similar in name but opposite in nature. So we called this quiet girl by her nickname, Naina. Very quiet and soft-spoken, Naina soon joined my group of favorite students. . Be it competition or study, Naina was at my house till night. When her father used to come to pick her up, he would jokingly say, 'You should adopt our Naina. She stays at your house more now'. Mohini, Pratiksha, and Naina were the trio. Only Naina is calm in it. The other two were very naughty. So their day was not worth it without being punished by me once every day. But Naina never had to be punished.It was usual for them to tell me when they were hungry, take the house key from me, eat lunch, and come back to school with everything. Whenever I fell sick, they would come home immediately and make me rest by doing all the household chores. It was also known in their homes where their daughters would be if they were not at home during the day. So they can also rest assured. Naina went to college, and her mother died of cancer. I felt very bad. Naina and her elder sister are unmarried. Father is passionate by nature. Whenever I met Naina, her face and mine would light up. "Come home, dear," I insisted, and "sure, madam," was her assurance. But that time never came. And one day it was heard that Naina got married of her own choice (a love marriage). If you think about what's wrong with it, But in rural areas, and especially with a quiet and aloof girl like Naina doing it, there might have been more discussion. I felt both admiration and surprise. Of course, with time, everyone calmed down. Naina's mother-in-law was a teacher. Once, we met in a meeting. "Naina misses you a lot. She always says Manisha madam is my favorite madam," said her mother-in-law.

"Naina is my daughter. Take care of her. She is very good. And since she is not a mother, give her the love of a mother." She smiled at my words and said, "Naina is not my daughter-in-law but my best friend." I felt good about her speech. Once, I had a long talk with Naina on the phone. The child was very happy. The decision was right. I was very happy with this.

In between, she got the happy news that she was going to be a mother. Her baby was born during Corona. So it was not possible to go to see the baby. But I saw the photo with her baby on WhatsApp. It was a very sweet photo. Sweet baby and her face full of love. It felt great. Naina, who saw me as a mother until yesterday, became a mother herself today. Transference of motherhood as well. But still, the same innocent Naina appears in front of my eyes.

Fun party

 Cultural programs in primary schools are a blast. From the preparation of the event, the practice, the planning of the event, and the actual event, everything is very exciting. Don't ask for confusion.

First of all, when it was thought of doing a cultural program, a lot of problems were faced. Their clothes, other materials, fake jewelry, and even a bindi and bangles have to be collected. Parents have no involvement in this. The poor parents are working in the fields all day. Where are they? 

The preparation of children has to start in the evening. Because When the program starts, the preparations are complete. It's a real rush for kids to participate in multiple events. Because when their show is over, the children disappear into the crowd of spectators. Of course, they also want to watch the program. But finding the kids and lining them up backstage for the next show is important. Once all the children were prepared and seated properly, I gave them their program numbers. The Deepali dance takes place at the end. So all those groups were prepared and settled in a nearby house. Deepali is a dim girl. But she loves to dance. At the end, some girls did a simple dance. Deepali got ready and sat in front of the cupboard. There was a mirror in front. She sat, looking at her own reflection. Our run was on. There were sounds of applause, laughter, and songs. The program was going on for two hours. I was coming to the room to prepare the children. It started coming out. But Dipali did not move an inch from the spot. I called her teacher and asked her to observe Deepali. They were also shocked. Be it studies or any other work, Deepali could not do it carefully. But in the end, she also had a sense of self. She enjoyed looking at her own reflection in the mirror.

Preparations for the group dance were underway. The classroom door was on the west side. We used to practice, like dancing. children entering the door in a row. Actually, the stage was before the east entrance. Our beloved children followed the command to the letter. They came from the western direction and recited the entire dance to the audience. All the villagers were laughing and making noises. But not a single boy turned his face away. But I gestured from a corner. Kamalakar saw me. He understood. He turned alone. The rest were brave as well. I learned a lesson not to take children for granted, and that incident will stay with me forever.

The victory at Pratapgad won the title. Preparations were underway. Shivarai, Jijamata, Afzal Khan, Adil Shah, and Badi Begum were all cast. On the stage, Afzhal Khan was twirling in arrogance.

Chatrapati Shivarai came, and they embraced each other. So far, it's been a great start. Afzalkhana stabbed Chatrapati Shivraya in the back. Then Shivrai took out his beechwood and wanted to stab Afzal Khan's stomach. But nothing was coming out of Chatrapati Shivaaya's Bichwa. Afzal Khan is waiting poorly, and Chatrapati Shivraya's Bichwa is not getting any results. Finally, I went on stage and removed the bichawa. Chatrapati Shivaraya punched Bichwa in Afzalkhana's stomach. Afzal Khan fell down, screaming. The audience started clapping. But our Chatrapati Shivarai got scared because Afzal Khan collapsed. Jagruti was working for Chatrapati Shivaraya. The look of fear on her face brought laughter again. The next day, Afzal Khan The villagers appreciated the work of Afzkhana. .Jagruti became the subject of everyone's ridicule because of how scared Chatrapati Shivarai was.

Nandini was dancing in the group. There were many colored lights on the stage and artificial fog coming in between, creating a great atmosphere. As the fog spread on the stage, Nandini kept looking to see where the fog was coming from. After coming to consciousness, her dance started again. The show was more famous for Nandini's innocent discovery of fog than the girls' dancing.

As soon as Lakshmi stood on the stage, she started crying after seeing the audience. She played the role of a young man crying because he couldn't get married. The audience thought it was her performance. And the crying Lakshmi received appreciation and congratulations. So many such incidents happened, which, even if remembered today, automatically bring a smile to the face, and the mind revels in those times.

Above God

 Aradhana was holding my right hand, and Radhika was walking with me, holding my left hand. Suddenly, Radhika said, "Madam, you are above God, right?" I don't understand. " What? Why do you ask that?"

"Ma'am, my mommy says, Ma'am, sir is above God, so if they are slapped or punished, do not mind. They do it for our own good. They are above your parents, too.

I kept looking at Radhika. The school was closed for almost two and a half years due to Corona. Now the school has become regular, and small steps have turned to school again. But due to such big vacations, children lost their habit of going to school. Sitting still in school and studying meant that children felt punished. There are 100% tribal children in my school. Taking goats to graze during Corona, taking care of younger siblings, spending the time going to the fields, otherwise hunkering down all day. Then suddenly, the children could not sit in school and study all day long. Then, when they came to school, they would play the same tune for the whole day.

"Ma'am, I'm hungry. Can I have a can? Ma'am, water, Ma'am washroom, Ma'am, I'm getting bored, leave it at home".

As a solution to this, I started taking children for walks with me. The school grounds are very spacious, and there is a beautiful temple of Mahadev on the hill in front of the school. We also used to take children on temple trips. Now we started going to the temple every day so that the children could enjoy themselves. Today being Saturday, our students went to the temple after school. Leaving parents at school in the morning, after school, we teachers go to take them to the other side of the highway.

 The same thing happened today: We left thinking that we should take the children to the temple and let them cross the road from there. Of course, if I am alone, the children's minds are full of free chats. . The same pattern continued today. Some were running ahead, and some were behind. Radhika and Aradhana were walking, holding my hand. I looked at Radhika stunned for a moment when she called the teachers 'above God'. All these children belong to tribal society, poverty, and ignorance. Connected to life. I was surprised at how pure their thinking is in such a situation. 

 "Ma'am, how much do we bother you?" "Aren't you angry with us?" Radhika continued talking. "No, I like you bothering me." Both of them were pleased with my answer and started to come closer to me.". But I was thinking. Whenever I ask children about their teachers in urban areas, I always get dry answers. Sometimes we go to CBSC, an international school, for meetings or training. Seeing the mechanical behavior of the students there towards their class teachers was a source of soreness in my mind. When children come to school, they should be happy and rooted in school. Teachers have the biggest involvement in this. The sweeter the relationship between student and teacher, the sooner children enjoy school.This relationship is getting stronger day by day. And it is through this that moral values and sanskar are firmly inculcated. My students are always pleasantly surprised by this. Devesh and Sheetal met once at the bus stand. 'Ma'am, we learned because of you." When they say this with tears in their eyes, our eyes water when we hear it. A mother-son bond is formed when Vikas tells a class friend's jokes while laughing in a crowded shop. Once Deepak and Yogita are seen together in a bank, Her mother came with her. Because of illiteracy, it is difficult to do bank transactions. Seeing their downcast faces, sir helped them all the time. I sat on the chair, and seeing me, Deepak and Yogita came and sat near... We had a great chat.Yogita is incommunicative in school. But here she was also talking freely. Of course, we were so engrossed in the chat that we forgot that we were sitting in the bank. Our chat stopped when Sir called.

 "Bless you! You used to chat everywhere. Leaving the hands of parents, even the children were chatting with you so freely. Everyone was watching with admiration. You had no idea."

 From the day I joined the new school, after school, Surekha used to sit near me and chat a lot. Of course, I did not understand her Pawari language. But she behaved like she was talking to her best friend. I just nodded. There was never any language barrier between me and any of my students. I always experience that affection and love are not bound by language.

We work as teachers with the feeling that it is our job and duty to make and teach students. But we do not know how an anonymous, sweet relationship is created from this. At such times, it feels good that we work in tribal and rural areas. There is no invisible wall between teachers and students. It is an intimate relationship that is "Above God.".

Destiny

 'Lalita Asaram Pavara'—I still remember the entire name. Because it is the same. Because of the strange events that happened in her young life. Sangeeta, Lalita, and Pinky were all three sisters studying at our school. Pinky is the youngest, and Sangeeta is the eldest. Middle Lalita in my class. She was very close to me, like other children. Telling the essence of the mind and then looking at me. She was a little older than the other girls, but innocent. She answered all my questions honestly. The government will distribute two uniforms to each student. So it was compulsory for every student to wear a uniform to school. On August 15, Independence Day, it was compulsory for every student to wear a uniform. But on this day too, Lalita came wearing a long skurt Polka. I got angry with her and asked her to come in uniform. The kid just ran and came dressed in uniform. The morning round started. In between, Lalita said, 'Madam, I am coming from home; I will come immediately",  she ran away. Lalita rejoined the rally as Prabhat Feri took a detour through the next lane and headed towards her residence. I asked her the reason for going back home. 

'Madam, I went to wear pants'. She simply said I didn't understand the meaning. When I asked her in detail, I found out that when she wears Parkar  polka, which she doesn't want to wear. Used pants only when wearing school uniforms. . I did not understand the meaning of her words. 

"' Madam, I have only one panty." Her answer made me feel ashamed of myself.

Her reply to my question about why she doesn't wear uniforms every day was just as mind-numbing.

' My father said to keep the school clothes in a box. I used to use it when I went to the village. Because these clothes are new.'

Even today, whenever I see children in school uniform with their families, Lalita remembers. Her father was not ready to send his girls to school. But Lalitha likes school. One day in school, I had a fierce argument with her father in the office. But finally, Lalita got to come to school. After this incident, Lalita became closer. One day, Lalita was very happy. 'Madam Sangeeta got married. Her house is very good. There is a TV, and there is a mixer. She was saying it excitedly. A few days later, it was learned that there was a fight in her house, and her younger sister died in it. The incident was very bad. A year later, Lalitha also died. Both incidents were very heartbreaking. But she was born into a family where both birth and death are beyond emotions. So we swooshed for some time.After some days, I became engrossed in my life, as such was their fate. (2009/10)

Fallen

 It was very quiet in the school today. The principal had gone to the taluka. I was working in the office. At the same time, fellow teachers came running into the office. As the fourth-grade teacher was on leave,that class was assigned to him.

'Madam, Sangeeta is trying suicide. Look at the rope'. The fellow teacher was literally shaking. He had a coconut rope in his hand. 'I just asked her to sit in the classroom. She was walking outside on the verandah.' The teacher was still scared. Because the same thing happened in the school, teachers are responsible for that's thing's... I quickly ran to the classroom with the teacher. Sangeeta was standing and crying near the pillar. I took a rope from the teacher and tied it to the rafters of the roof. And I took Sangita by the hand.

'Do suicide now. Look, I have tied the rope. I said, giving her the rope in her hand. But now Sangeeta started crying loudly. I calmed her down. I turned my hand with love from her back. and sent her to class.

'Sir, don't worry. She is a little girl. She will not do anything'. Sir also explained, and I went to my class. Lalitha, Sangeetha's sister, was in my class. I asked her about Sangita, 'Why does she act like this??"

"Madam, She is the same. She doesn't like to say a single word. We don't say anything to her," Lalita was saying. But I decided to talk to Sangeeta once. After a while, it came to light that Sangeeta had run home. And that teacher followed her. Now I was sure that this girl would run the teacher after her for the whole day, and that's what happened. Sir returned to school after school was over.

'Ma'am, she was running across the village with the rope, and I was behind her. What a kid she is! If she had done something, I would have been stuck." Sir was saying this while wiping the sweat with a handkerchief. But I felt very sorry for you, sir. 

A few years after this incident, we were going to school. A car approached, and someone called out "ma'am" from the car. I looked and saw that Sangeeta was sitting in the car. I was very surprised. Ask, sir, to stop the car.

"Ma'am, do you recognize me? I am Sangeeta.” She looked very happy and excited. 

"Whose car is this?" I asked curiously. "Ma'am, my husband is the driver of this car," Sangeeta said. But I thought, "When you got married, your husband was working on the farm, wasn't he?" "Madam Me left him, and then I was living with a rich person in Pune. But now I am married to this one." Sangeeta was talking very easily, and I was shocked. She left. I just stared there, dumbfounded.

"That's what happens in their society. Don't you think so? Come on, we're late for school." I came to my senses with his voice. "Don't think unnecessarily. In their society, every man and woman have many marriages."

"But how young she is. Only twenty or twenty-two years old." I said it worriedly. "Boys and girls mature quickly among them," but I remained silent as Sir got angry. Two or three years passed in between. Sangeeta's parents left this village. Once, while going to school, a young woman wearing a flamboyant saree was waddling through a lane. I didn't see her face, but it was very strange to see her. I talked about this to a fellow teacher while studying at school. I was seeing this for the first time in rural areas. At exactly that time, that young lady came to the school. I could not look at her because of her flamboyant saree. She questioned the principal office. I pointed to the office and began to take part. In paripath After a short time, Sir dared to call. I went to the office.

'Did you recognize her?' Sir asked. I refused with my head. "Sangita,"  sir said, and I quickly looked at her in surprise. Even though the clothes and living conditions have changed, the face has the same innocent expression.

"Madam, don't you know me?' The same innocent tone.

"What is Sangita? What saree did you wear?"

"I like, madam, this saree; it shines beautifully." She said, "Madam, how much has our village changed?

"Dear village, not, you changed." I said it in my mind. 'Where is your car?' I suddenly asked.

"Now I am in Nashik, madam, and I left him. I want to do a sewing class, so I need a school certificate. I came to get him.” She was saying, and I was just listening. It was difficult for my middle-class mind to accept this essence. Sangeeta is gone. Sir was looking at my stunned face.

"See, this is a part of their daily lives. There is nothing too bad or wrong for them. Traditions change according to caste, religion, and country. . What is immoral to you may be moral to them. Don't overheat your head." Sir's words calmed me down a bit. However, it certainly seemed like it was time to change my definition of fallen. Both of Sangeet's sisters lost their lives due to their father's cruelty. But Sangita was living her life freely according to her will. Now I don't know whether to appreciate it or express sadness that, due to her fickleness, she has become like a cut kite wandering in the air.(2009/10)