And She Succeed

 

PS : Pinterest 

A girl's struggle start since the day she born. Then at every stage of her life she have to struggle to live her own life. Today I am sharing a story of a girl who struggle a lot to live happily. Her happiness is defines by her family and not by her and so the journey of struggle is never ending. This may be one of you. 

If being a girl you didn't experience any kind of struggle then you must be luckiest one. And those who succeed through the struggle Kudos to them for success. 

Always remember you are strong because you are a WOMAN 👠♀️

--------------

Shruti is a smart intelligent girl who chooses fashion designing over engineering . Her parents insisted for engineering but She followed her passion.

Then like a good girl she married to a person who was 7 years older than her. Because her father wanted she should have an arranged marriage. Shruti was doing her internship at Mumbai but on one call from her father she dropped everything in the middle and went to her native places to marry a man who was chosen by her father and so by her too. She also liked him as a husband.

Initially her husband loved her so much. He still loves her but there is a huge difference in his and her love language. 

She is bold, open minded and straight forward. She expects little things from her husband like having a cup of tea, having chit chat with her, holding a  hand and walks etc.

While her husband is old fashioned. He is a purely male dominated person whereas he believes when he earns then her wife should be at home to take care of the house. He didn't care what she wanted to do. She should be at home for household chores like cooking, mopping, cleaning and also washing his undergarments etc. Even He agrees to have a maid but still he wanted shruti should stay at home. Whenever he came home he should see her face 😭

And then the quarrel started. With constant fighting they had a son too. Whereas her husband contributed zero percent towards the parenting journey and she handled it by herself. All alone, struggled to be happy mother.

Once her son started school she wanted to have her own boutique. She had it before marriage. The most luxurious boutique which was always filled with clients. She was one of the best designers at her native place. 

Now she desperately wanted to have her boutique again but the old fashioned husband was not ready to permit her. Because according to him she had zero knowledge in handling business and people. She was childish. So he did not allow her to sit on the counter to handle the query of clients.

Isn't it weird? 

She thought, he was taking care of her. 

After lots of fighting she started a fashion designing from her home only. Her business was blooming and she became one of the famous designer in her area again. She got a bunch of orders on festivals like Ganeshotsav, Navratri and Deepavali. 

Struggle, again, 

Narrow minded husband opposed her as usual. Because they had to celebrate all this festival with family at his native place.

Again she dropped everything and pretended to enjoy the festival fullest with her family. She was doing this every year. Just to have less tantrums of husbands and rest of family members. 

She was struggling to keep herself happy, to follow her passion but no one understands her. No one supported her.

They started to fights again. Many times her husband didn't respond or listened her. Infact they didn't have a normal communication because according to her he was far away to understand what she wanted. According to him she is immature childish girl. 

Struggle, never ending.

Her parents, in laws every one supported him. Everyone wanted Shruti should listen to him. Why she needs to do this work when her husband gives 10k as a pocket money. Why don't she stay at home?

She cried, frustrated and many times lost herself. She had to convince everyone. But no one was there to understand her, to support her, not even her parents.

Being a woman is a tough job where a woman can't live her life on her own terms.

With lots of fighting and lots of struggle she opened her boutique almost after 8 years. She didn't give up. She saved lots of money. She followed her dreams and  she was happy. Moreover she allowed her husband to choose the name for her boutique. 

Strange , right? Because she loves her husband. 

PS : Google 

Finally she succeed. 🎉🎊🎊

----------------------------------------

What do you think? 

She won over him? 

She gets what she wants?

----------------------------------------

There are many Shurti in our society who want to do something for themselves. 

But here I want to ask husbands, 

Why, you don't let your wife live her life?

Why can't a woman fulfill her dreams? 

Why can't she have her own money?

Why does she need to be dependent on Husband? 

Why she needs your permission? 

----------------------------

 Wrap Up :  

There is struggle for every woman at every stage of life. Like Shruti we everyone has gone through the struggle. Life is difficult for girls. It will take a lots of time to change the society. Or may be not. 

But 

We as a girl, women always follow our dreams. Struggle is part of life. We learnt through our experience and we should never give up our dreams. 

Because dreams comes true. 

Believe Yourself!

I hope our society will change at least for our future generations. 

-------------------------------------

Follow MemoryFlies on Social Media

Instagram , Facebook 

---------------------------------------

This post is a part of “Her Journey” Blog Hop hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed 

------------------

Disclaimer: The post based on true story. Only the name has been changed for privacy reasons. 

©Neeta Kadam. This article and image are the property of Memory Flies. Any unauthorized use or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author is strictly prohibited.

LOVE IS NOT FOR ME

Angha and Ravi look like they were made for each other.  They had been married for two years and had a beautiful life. Angha was a corporate employee while Ravi was a government official. Both love each other. Both had different work schedules but still they managed to take out the time for each other. They had date nights twice in a month whether it was a coffee date or dinner date, they followed the ritual every time. They were a happy couple. 

But from the last 2 months Angha saw the difference in Ravi behaviour. He seems to be busy all weekend too. He barely had time for Angha. And whenever Angha asked him he said in a nasty voice that he is busy. 

Angha accidentally saw Ravi's message which was" Good Morning Shona." at 5:30 am. 

But she ignored it. 

Meanwhile Ravi and Her common friends were advised Angha to pay attention to Ravi. He might have a girlfriend. 

But again she ignored it.

Just because she loves Ravi from the bottom of heart and never wanted to lose him.

One day she asked for an outing and he got so annoyed. She asked, how is it possible that you don't have time for me, for us ?

His reply was ," I will resign from the job and will sit at home for you. Okay. Then you will be happy. " He created the big scene and he was going to slap her too. 

Angha realised it was not the same Ravi who loved her. One day she saw Ravi with his girlfriend.  she directly went there and slapped him.

Ravi as usual was a weird man, who created big scenes in the cafe. Even he humiliated Angha in front of his girlfriend.

Angha didn't stand there and she left that place. It was unbearable to see the disrespect from her Husband. She realised Ravi hates her. She often thought Ravi is a fake person. His love, his caring everything is fake. She can't handle it for a long period of time and she decided to take Divorce. Since they had no kids so it was easy for Angha to take a divorce. 

And they get divorced.

Angha had only one question,  Why?

When she loved him why didn't she get loyalty and love in return?

She worked more hard and got herself buried in work so that feelings of Ravi shouldn't bother her. Angha gets more busy day by day. She didn't even take vacation from last year. She was a busy bee.

One evening she met Kabir her college friend. Angha hugged him because she was so happy to see him after a long time. Happy because she was in a stressful period for the last 12 months. Angha and Kabir Started to meet each other frequently. They had endless conversations. They had a long drive and had lots of coffee dates. Angha was so happy with him that she thanked God for everything worse happened with her. Finally her happy days were on the way.

Kabir proposed Angha and Angha accepted his proposal. They were love birds. Angha looks so charming and more beautiful. Angha loves the way Kabir loves her, feels her and understands every feeling of Angha just by looking into her eyes. Kabir knows exactly what Angha wants,  A front hug or a back hug? Forehead kiss or French kiss ? Coffee or tea ? Street food or candle light dinner? Sex or romance? 

Yes, they had a sex. First time Angha felt beauty of the sex.  She felt she got her soulmate and never had this feeling with her Ex Husband. 

How can she had ? 

They barely had sex. That also when Angha insisted on Ravi. He barely made her happy  And he always claimed that no one would love Angha the way he loves. 

Bull shit..... And that's why he cheated on her. 

You may like to read : 

Support system that every mom needs 

The Christmas Eve Party 

My valentine 

Angha was in her happy place. But destiny had something for her. One day Kabir told Angha that he is a married man. That gave another shock to her. She crumbled and didn't handle this heartbreak. She fought with Kabir why he hid it from the beginning whereas she told him everything about her life. She cried a lot and with a broken heart closed the door for Love forever .

She slowly goes into depression.

Again the same question

Why?

Whenever I love a person from the bottom of my heart why I am getting hurt?

Why?

And finally she realised, Love is not meant for me. 

It has been two months since she had therapy and now she is recovering. She started painting. Art therapy helps her to come out of that depression. She painted many boards. She always gets fully immersed in the painting that she didn't realise when the day got over. She arranged her painting exhibition and that was always a hit. She was the happiest person when her painting gets sold. All this is because she started to love herself. She recognised self love value. She started to give respect to herself. 

Now Angha has become a famous painter.

This post is a part of Remembering Love Blog Hop hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed

 Instagram 

Be sure to follow Memory Flies on Instagram. I would love to connect you. 

©Neeta Kadam. This article and image are the property of Memory Flies. Any unauthorized use or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author is strictly prohibited.

THE CHRISTMAS EVE PARTY

The Christmas Eve Party 

PS : Pixel

Riya is a happy girl. She always has a smile on her face and is easily mixed up with people. Christmas Eve is the most memorable day of her life. For the whole month she put the music of jingle bell (musical tone) as her caller tune for the mobile. She loves every small thing related to Christmas. Though she is not Christian but she is fascinating to all Christmas things since her childhood. She loves the jingle bells and the Christmas Tree. She had a collection of different sizes and textures of jingle bells. She always wanted to meet Santa Clause when she was little,

And,

She met her love, Soulmate "Neel" at one of the Christmas Eve Parties. She found herself lucky to have Neel in her life. Though it was for a short period of time, the memory of the duo keeps her happy forever. They had been separated within 6 months but every Christmas brought lots of happiness in her eyes with unforgettable memories. 

She  remembered the way they spend days together. They are not like teenagers, they don't have time to have endless conversations on the phone or on text but yes they do share a special bond of love. And they felt they were perfect for each other. Soulmates 💞

All these memories bring tears to Riya's eyes. And the mobile bell rings. Jingle bells jingle bell jingle all the way ! (Musical bell).

She picked up the call and it was her friend inviting her for a Christmas Eve party at her college. The party with her college friends and she accepted the invitation with a hope that she might meet Neel. 

It was a very short notice invitation but Riya managed to wear a comfy outfit with minimum make up. She is just a lipstick and a kajal girl but when she puts it all together she looks gorgeous. This was the compliment from Neel. And she remembered every time whenever she used to get ready for any occasion. 

Is this love ?

Not being with your loved one but living with the memories? 

She always wondered but never wanted to come out from that world. 

The world of love, which does not exist in the real world, but in her imagination. She believed to stay there as much as she could because it made her happy and calm. She is not crying anymore to have him rather happy with the memories. Because for her it was the best day in her life where she was actually happy with Neel.

Christmas Eve evening has arrived. Riya changed almost three outfits and  finally decided to wear the white long maxi dress in which she looked elegant and classy with a minimum statement piece. She wore a black pearl bracelet and a black watch. And ready to rock the party. 

Riya drove her scooty to the college, parked at the parking lot and entered the college. The Christmas Eve Party was on the terrace. She waited near the elevator. The elevator came and she got inside. Only one lady was there in sarri. She looked at her and smiled. She presses the top button. The elevator started and stopped at the 2nd floor. Neel was there. She stumbled and looked in his eyes. He also looked happy to see her and as he entered the elevator he came close to her. She closed her eyes and he kissed her forehead. 

Riya was surprised. It was the same Neel who didn't want to hold even a hand in the public place and now in front of a stranger he kissed her forehead. They both looked at each other without uttering a single word. And the elevator reached the venue's. 

Everyone was cheering with loud music and both got separated as they didn't know each other. Riya mixed with her friends and Neel mixed with his friends. They spend time separately in the same party without looking even at each other.

Is this love ? Riya wondered.

PS : Pixel 

The Christmas Eve Party had a variety of food, drinks including soft and hard drinks and music. Riya enjoyed her friends. She was very happy to saw Neel at Eve. Everyone was wishing Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and saying goodbye. Soon the party hall was vacant . Riya sat on the table alone with her drink. She lost in her thoughts. Neel came slowly and hugged her from behind. Riya smiled. She loved the warmth. Neel was looking at her drink. She stared at him and with a smile said, 'soft drink only, no alcohol! 

Neel smiled. There was no one. The party hall is vacant. Riya realised it was too late. The mobile bell rang, the musical jingle bell - the call was from her dad. She took it and She said, Neel shall we leave?

There were tears in Neel's eyes. Beautiful sweet memories with these jingle bells came in front of his eyes. Riya and Neel's love story start with these jingle bells only.

Jingle bells jingle bell...!

Neel staring her without blinking her eyesight. 

And,

He grabbed her and kissed her on the lips. Riya got goosebumps, she felt the same breath and warmth in his kiss. She kissed him back too. Riya wished him Merry Christmas and Happy New Year my love. He also wished her, Happy New Year dear!

And then they get separated.

In opposite directions. 

As they were strangers. 

Is this love ? 

--------------------

You may like to read : 

The Door Bell

Memory Lane 

--------------------

This post is a part of Jingle Bell Blog Hop hosted by Sukaina Majeed and Manali Desai

This post was created for the Blogaberry Creative (Monthly) Challenge.

--------------------

Follow MemoryFlies on 

Instgram

Twitter 

---------------------------

©Neeta Kadam. This article and image are the property of Memory Flies. Any unauthorized use or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author is strictly prohibited.

Memory Lane with Ananta Flower

 

Rujuta stands near the tree which only has few branches, no leaves and no flowers. She observing trees so minutely. Her friend got confused and watched her. 

Then Rujuta just walks nearby and observes a broken structure. There are only stones and sand. She lost in her thoughts. Meera her friend didn't understand.

After some time,

Meera : Do you know this place?

Rujuta : I  Spend my whole childhood here.

Meera surprised. Because the place does not show any signs of the neighbourhood. 

Rujuta : Hey, Meera, our childhood memories are always with us. No matter how big we grow but those memories you have in your dream or in your mind. Right?

Meera  nodded head and said yeah!

Rujuta started, this is Ananta Tree. Do you know Ananta Flower? It is one of my favourite flowers. I have liked it since my childhood.

Meera : No dear, I don't know about this flower.

Rutuja : This tree grew up with me. When I was 8 years old the tree was exactly my height. My Aai water the tree. She and I both were always with the tree. Talking, watering, feeding this tree. It was like our family members. 

You know this tree has Ananta flower which is white colour and smell amazing. The whole 12 months tree had flowers and I love that. Our backyard looked so beautiful and this whole tree was covered with white Ananta flowers.

I still remember the early morning when I was 9 years old. My Aai loves Ananta Flower. She used to put in her bun daily. In the morning after her bath and dressing she used to take out at least two to three flowers from this tree. 

That morning I got up and rubbed my eyes. I came to the backyard and sat on the steps. Then I started to tease my Aai 😃 by showing her flowers. She was busy and listened patiently. I told her there were flowers on the next branch. She didn't find it. Again I told her, on the above your head, there is a branch and near that there are flowers. She tried and tried but didn't find any flowers. 

And I said, "April Fool !

We both laughed so much. 

It was the 1st of April. And I always make her April Fool first. She enjoyed it too. I love her so much. 

And tears came out from her eyes. 

You would like to read

My gratitude Journaling here and here. 

My year end review with questions here.

My twin baby updates here 

QUESTION FOR YOU :

WHICH FLOWERS DO YOU LIKE MOST?

DO YOU HAVE ANY UNFORGETTABLE MEMORY WITH  FLOWERS?

This post was created for the Blogaberry Creative (Monthly) Challenge.

This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with Zariya Healings.

 

©Neeta Kadam. This article and image are the property of Memory Flies. Any unauthorized use or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author is strictly prohibited.