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"Bakula...." screamed a man's voice. Bakula quickly wiped her hands on the sari pallu and ran out of the kitchen. She took one look at her husband's raging face and froze. Looking down at the floor she said softly, "Jee..."
(I will just give her husband a name. I am not sure if they mentioned it in the episode)
Jeevan points at button dangling from the shirt, "Dekh ithar. Ankhen phoot gayi kya. Yeh button kyun nahi sila diya. Tujhe maloom hai yeh mei office ke liye pehenta hoon." He strode ups to her and lashes his arm out at her, the force knocking her to the ground. Throwing the shirt down he screams, "Jaldi sila de abhi. Nahi doosri aur paar jayegi."
Bakula struggled to get up. Her head was spinning from the impact of his hand. She picked up the shirt and went to chest of drawer and pulled out her little basket holding needles and thread. Quickly she repaired the button and gave the shirt to her husband and rushed into the kitchen to finish off ther cooking. She had little time to finish preparing his meal and disregarding the pain and the nausea she was feeling she buried herself in the work.
When Jeevan left for work, Bakula finally lay down on her bed and cried herself to sleep. It wasn't the first time he had got angry and hit her, it had become part of he life now. There was no one who was willing to listen to her or do anything about it. When she had told her mother about Jeevan hitting her, her mother had told her to just bear it, it was past of life. Her mother-in-law had seen Jeevan hitting her but had sat their watched him, not opening her mouth or trying to stop him. To top it off, they had been married now for several years and there were no children...the doctor had told her she was infertile. Since the day Jeevan heard the doctor say she would never bear him any children, was the day beatings had increased. Most days Jeevan came home drunk and beat her in rage. Nothing she did pleased him. The food, the clothes, the house, every tiny thing seemed to set him in rage.
It was Ragini her new neighbour who first showed some concern at Bakula's plight. After hearing the shouting and thumping noise penetrating through the walls into her apartment, Ragini next day knocked on Bakula's door. Bakula quickly wiped her eyes and opened the door, thinking may be Jeevan had forgotten something and come back. She was surprised to see Ragini. Ragini was much younger than her and had moved here from Delhi as she husband had got a promotion.
Ragini smiled at Bakula, noting her slightly red eyes from crying and the light bruising on her head. "Namaste. Mei Ragini, apki padoshan." Bakula gave a watery smile, "Mera naam Bakula hai, andhar ayiye." Ragini came inside and sat down the worn out sofa. A silence followed as the two looked at each other. Ragini took the initiative and said softly, "Kaal raat meine apke pati ki zor zor se baate suni aur phir kuch awaazai. Mei daar gayi thi, kitne bure bure khayaal aye. Socha aaj mei dekh loon ki aap theeek ho."
Bakula burst into tear and poured out her heart to Ragini. Ragini too got emotional and cried with her. Afer comforting her Ragini asked, "Kyun nahi aap ussko chod de?"
Bakula cried, "Kahaan jawoongi. Mera mabaap toh mujhe aasra nahi denge aur kissi aur ko nahi hai jo mujhe saharaa dega."
"Aap ko maloom hai, paas me Umeed Bahvan naam ki sanstha hai, joh aapko madad karsakti hai."
Bakula shook her head. "Nahin jaa sakti aise jagah pe. Maar jaati toh accha, kaise wahaan jaake bolu ke mere mard mujhe roj roj mera ser pitata hai."
Thus began a friendship between the two. Ragini wished Bakula could have courage to walk out her torturous life. Bakula found little strength to go on with life from Ragini's friendship. She did not feel all alone anymore.
It was one day when Sujata came around to her apartment selling the various achars and snacks made by the ladies at the Umeed Bhavan Ragini had an idea. She asked Sujata to come with her next door. Ragini knocked on the door and waited for Bakula to open the door. Bakula smiled at seeing Ragini and looked curiously at the young Sujata. Ragini pushing Sujata forward, "Yeh Sujata hai. Woh Umeed Bhavan se ayee hai. Socha teri saath milawt kardu."
Bakula let them come in. Sujata explained to Bakula what she was doing, trying to sell goods made by the residents of the bhavan to raise money. Bakula asked her few more questions about how the bhavan functioned. She liked the bubbly young Sujata, and was reminded once again about her inability to have children. She would have liked to have a daughter like Sujata, a bright, caring and beautiful girl.
When they left Ragini walked down with Sujata. "Sujata kya lagta hai tujhe, Bakula khushi hai?"
Sujata looked surprised, "Aunty meri nazaar se sab theek lagta hai. Haan thodi nervous lagti thi. Aur ek do baar unki ankhoon thodi sad lagi."
"Haan halat buri hai lekin manti nahin ghar chod ke tumari bhavan mei aashra lena. Roj unke pati usko maarta hai."
"Lekin unke mayaka mei koi nahin uski help karte?" Ragini shook her head, "Nahin. Uski maa nei toh bol diya ke sab seh lena."
Sujata shook her head, "how sad. Mei meri mummy se baat karti hoon, kuch ho sakta hai."
Ragini and Sujata parted, Ragini praying something could be done for Bakula.
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AWww very good SS K
its sad to think many keep their happiness aside and take the abuse intodays society..
Thanks for highlightin the issue sensitivly
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