Wrestling around by--Kajari Guha

She felt she had lost het identity.She had left her job.Those  incidents left her in limbo.Despite the
insistence from her family and friends she didn't join the job any more.Wrestling around with  the new circumstances she tried to survive.
"What if I don't do a job---my partner is there to feed me!---
"I am taking care of my family.--I am cooking.--I am washing.--I am cleaning.I am doing everything for them.
"So what if I don't do a job and bring a few bucks
to the family --?
"I believe in Creativity.I can write stories.I can write
poems.I can sing for others.I can paint some pictures. Yes I can play some instruments that I have learnt. At least I can be free from that slavery-- --"
But would anybody read those stories or poems?
Would anybody listen to the songs she sang or composed?
What was she chasing?
Not money! Not any recognition as she was unable to market her skills!
Only a bit of identity!
Everybody accepted  her as a failure.
But she had a strange satisfaction --
when she got involved in her creations.She could
create something.It was divine.
That's wonderful!
Copyright :Kajari Guha
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