I met my college friend Sucharita very recently. In those days many students tried to get her attention. But she never gave any chance to any boy to misbehave with her. I met that lovely girl Sucharita after 23 years. I took her to my home for tea. She told me her pathetic story. I asked her to write it on the paper and took her permission to publish it here to get the views of readers of this blog.
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Hi all
Sneha has already given a brief introduction of me. So, let me directly come to the point.
I got married 20 years back to a diploma holder in Mechanical engineering. I never thought of luxuries. Came from middle class family. Know how to adjust with what we have. I never had any complaint on low salary of my husband. We were happy couple, enjoying simple pleasures of life.
One day my husband’s friend visited our home. He came from Dubai on vacation. He was working as mechanic there. He invited my husband to work there. As it was very attractive package he agreed. I too didn’t appose. Didn’t want to disturb those triumphant feelings of hubby. One fine day he reached Dubai. In the initial days, we had very good letter communications and, rare phone conversations as he wanted to save money. I didn’t find anything wrong in it.
But, problem rose from my side. Even though my in-laws stay with me, more often they visit their other children on several occasions leaving me alone. In order to avoid the boredom I joined as a typist in an Advocate’s office. It was good time pass. My husband visited our home ones in three years. First time I quarreled with him on this issue. He can save money on everything but he started saving money spent on journeys too. I was unable to digest that. He may be correct. He wanted to buy a flat here. For that he was saving every penny.
But my reasoning was different. One day I asked him on the bed how he was suppressing his sexual desires. He laughed and said he met a woman who came there to work, just like him. I asked him “what about my sexual desires?”
He got angry and started shouting “Y am I doing all this hard work? Just to give you good life. If we gather a new flat, a car and good bank balance, we can live happily. I am doing all these things just for you.”
I didn’t utter any word. Submitted myself to his satisfaction.
In those 15 days of stay here, he took me to newly released films, bought gold bangles, new saris and especially he showed me heaven in the nights.
His parents were proud of him because of his gold item presentations and lump some amount given. But I was in loss. After having 15 days heaven like bed time with him, my suppressed desires came back alive, unable to suppress them. Don’t know how many times I cried alone without knowing how to suppress those feelings.
In our office I had to do all document typing as per the directions from Mr Anand, a senior clerk. He was a widow. Good at heart. As I was in touch with him every day, slowly I got intimacy, used to discuss our personal problems and advise each other if necessary. When he proposed for physical intimacy, I didn’t find anything wrong in it. I know how horrible for married people to sleep alone. I agreed and surrendered myself to him. He was very calm person, used to take care of me by all means. We used to meet hiding from the society. Two years were passed silently.
Somehow my in-laws came to know this. They called me prostitute. They informed my husband. They made such a hungama that every one in our colony started treating me like I may snatch their husbands. My parents and all relatives found me guilty. Husband came on emergency. He gave third degree treatment to me. In-laws encouraged him. Then, he and in-laws and parents and all went to Advocate’s office and called that man Anand with different unbearable names. With that incident, he left his job and don’t know where he has gone.
My husband threw me to roads. Parents cried but didn’t hug me as they r in the shelter of my brother. No one in our colony give a room on rent for me. Advocate advised me to find a new job.
One of my childhood friends Raju helped me to get an attender post in an office located far away from our colony. Took a room there. Lost interest in coming out and mixing with people. Only my attender duty and my room. Lost interest in life.
Don’t know where I went wrong.
Sucharita
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This is a created blog. I came across an article on the women whose husbands left them for several years for the sake of earning money...how those women are starved from sex which is the basic need in the marital life...their agony touched my heart. In such cases , there are chances of having extra marital affairs. Wished to know the pulse of the readers. So this blog.
I really wish to know how people think and act in such situations. Is it right to find fault with such persons?
Your comments please.
Sneha
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