When ever I see any golden wrist watch, I remember her face!! I feel the pain in my heart and my mind travels 13 years back. That day, life taught me a great lesson.
Being the first daughter in my family, I was pampered a lot and showered with lot of gifts on my every birthday! Till today (this month, I will celebrate my 36th birthday with the same pampering, actually more, as my husband and my two kids have joined the group). And among those gifts, every year I have got a watch from one or other relative. So I never took trouble to buy one for me.
13 years back, I got this gold plated, beautiful watch from my aunt. It had golden rings connected with each other to form into a beautiful watch. I loved it so much and it was always on my wrist.
During those days I was attending the computer classes. One evening, I went to the class in my bike, of course with the watch on my wrist.
When I came back!! Alas!! There was no watch on my wrist. I got panic!! I felt like I lost everything! I started crying. I went back to the class, taking care to check on the road for my lovely watch. I did not get it in the class. I was feeling so sad; I cursed myself for not taking care of it. I scolded that unknown person, who might have got it!! While returning back from the class, I came very slowly to check on the road again. When I came across the hump on the road where I always reduce the speed while riding the bike, I hoped that I would get my watch there only. I went near the hump and checked it! It was not there. There was a house which was under construction near the hump. Hoping that may be the watchman of that house might have got it; I went near his house and called him. There was no reply! After waiting for few minutes (Cursing that watchman in my mind), I almost shouted near the door.
A lady came out of the house. She might be in her early twenties or may be still younger. She was a beautiful village girl. I asked her whether did she get any watch on the road or near by. I was shocked when I heard saying “Madam, I am not allowed to come out of the house. I came out, as you were shouting. I lost my husband(watchman) just few days back, and waiting for the owner of the house to come and allow me to go back to my village” She had tears in her eyes. Then only I observed her plain face. She was not wearing anything other than the pain of loosing her husband at so young age.
Life taught me a lesson, not to cry for small things. There is so much to appreciate and thank God for all good things. For many days I did not think about my lost watch and I did not wear any other watch also.
The story is true which happened with me.
I had sent this story to Deccan Herald for short story competition. But it was not published. I am not sure whether is it right to post it here or no, please let me know if it is wrong. I will remove the post from my blog.
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