Why was I hit..

I knocked at door happily. I was so excited to see my new born cousin Sidd. Though he was a couple of months now but its still pleasure to see babies. I loved all my cousins, when was born I was fourteen and Sidd's elder sister was barely four and half years old. Sinni, we call her Sinni. The happy family is complete as Sidd joined into the family canvas; Uncle, Aunty, Sidd and Sinni.

Door opened, and my aunt appeared as doors parted apart with a smile but she looked tired somewhat exhausted with the new born's nursery. "Good Morning Aunty!! how are you? How is Sidd?" I was excited in my tone. "Good, my dear. How are you? How is your studies going on? Sidd is good, he is inside, Come!! Come!!".

As we crossed the Lon, Sinni appeared. I addressed " Hey Sinni.......",

I stopped with a surprise as I could see tears in her eyes. She was frightened. My eyes were puzzled " What's going on !!!". Swiftly Uncle came behind Sinni and shouted at her, " You did it, right???.... I told you keep away from it .... but no ... you did even though I told you not to do???"
And with a swift he slapped her so hard that her face collided with the wall nearby. She trembled and struggled to stand on her feet again. She started crying.

My all excitement died deep into a grave and vanished. Both of us me and my aunty run to Sinni asking "What happened?" Aunty took Sinni into her arms and she started crying even louder. Uncle glared at her with red eyes in anger "Not a single cry !!". Sinni's loud outcry converted into sobs with immediate effect. Uncle looked at me, a guest at home. I was stunned, he turned back and went inside.

An unexpected fear crept into my bones. Tears came to my eyes. The next words I could hear were my aunt's, comforting my little cousin. I wanted to ask what has happened so severely, what a crime this young girl has committed to be punished like this. As I was about to ask my aunt, her eyes clearly implicated that this is not a right time to ask any questions.

That was too much for the day, I was done. I could not entered into the house anymore. I said " I want to go home, I will come back later". She agreed without persuading me much not to go. I too understood and left immediately.

While going back home, I remembered something. Dim memory of my childhood, I was hardly five or six year old. I remembered myself talking to my dad. Happy chatting.. we both were lying down in bed and chatting. He asked something, I don't remember WHAT!! and I answered something, I don't remember WHAT!! and suddenly I felt something heavy and hurting on my face... a swift blow... a slap.... next moment my body swing and I was on my feed on bed... second moment one more slap and I was on bed again my face down.... I didn't understand what happened and why happened... the only thing I felt was to cry ... cry aloud ... and I starting crying.

My mom came in running... hugged me ... hiding me into her arms... and I was unable to stop crying. Suddenly a loud hard voice vibrated my eardrum " STOP... no cries"... The commending voice converted into an electric shock travelled down through my spine and mind .... and the next moment I was sobbing silently... still in horror... hugging my mom desperately.

Next, I remember was: We, three of us, me my mom and my dad standing near roof boundary. I was hardly tall enough to look cross the one and haft feet high boundary wall. Mom was not happy with whatever happened a while ago. She looked straight across the wall watching roads and pedestrians downside. Dad broke the silence, explaining why I was beaten. His voice and gesture was something as if it was amusing!!.

Of course, my mom was never convinced. I tried hard to understand what did I say or what crime I committed to get such a punishment. I gave up...

Now, walking back to home from aunt's house, I understand why I could not understand the reason. Because I was TOO young to understand. My mind raced back to Sinni and I was now damn curious to know my answer through Sinni's crime. My be I have also committed such crime to get similar punishment... even harder.

After several days, we had get together at my home. Everyone happy and chatting. I couldn't stop myself asking what did Sinni do that day. My uncle started laughing, "O' you still remember it !!! I forgot long back!" with a long wide smile on his face.

"Of course, I do remember. Is it so funny! REALLY !!. I remember everything even after ten years" I thought but kept quite waiting for my answer.

"I put cleaned wheat grain on roof to dry up in the morning. I told her not to play around there. In the afternoon when I went up to check, she was not only playing with it but also poured water in spoiling everything!", My uncle responded.

WHAT A CRIME !!!!

I could understand that I must have done something similar.

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If you can solve maths numericals, you can do anything!!!!

My husband loves whatever I cook. My friends say your hands have 'taste' for whatever you cook is tasty. I cant believe it that I can cook!!! really !!!

When I was young, I used to love maths, specially numerical. Quite abnormal !!! Because in my class, girls were so scared of maths and all those subjects which has numerical problems: Physics and Chemistry as well. I think I could have solved maths because of my mom's faith. Her faith in me. Her faith in her daughter, in her dreams which she decided to fulfill through me, her beloved daughter, her meaning of life.

She nurtured me for 17 years, protecting from everything, covering me like unpenetrating shield. I am from a small town where girls do not have much liberty. They are still packed in home, got married at the age of 16 and where people start staring at them as soon as they get 14. When girls of my age started wearing salwaar suit, she let me wore skirt and jeans. It was not fashion, not at all. It was faith, faith in a girl, in a daughter that she has right to wear what she wishes without caring what people will say. One thing she never compromised was my studies. And I am happy I never let her down.

When all my friends became expert in cooking and household work, I was so naive even to make tea. Mom never allowed me to enter kitchen except taking food from there. I remember even in high fever she didnt allow me to enter kitchen to cook something. When I faught that I ll cook you take rest, she frowned "you are not so mature to cook anything".

WHAT !!!, C'on I am 16 year old mom. I thought but dare not to say, I know it ll hurt her. So I claimed "you are sick, just one day, it wont hurt my studies".

"No, this work is not for you. You go and slove maths".

"I just solved all problems". I explained.

"Then go and play, watch movies, but no work", after all she is my Mom, she knows how to shut me up. Being emmotional person, I too dare not poke her so much that she ll say something which ll hurt my heart.

I surrendered, "okay, you cook". I used to and still I do appreciate her labour in cooking and cleaning. I worked harder and harder in solving maths, physics and chemistry to meet her efforts. She was pleased to see my efforts. With every maths problem I solved, I could see a winning smile on her face, and for that smile I could spend 100 more hours in solving numerical.

One day to appreciate her hardwork, I told her "Mom you really work hard and you are so good at cooking, I could never be like you. I could never cook like you in my whole life". She said " if you can solve maths numerical, you can do anything". I could see enormous faith in her eyes on whatever she said.


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