Sanyukta's pov

So am back here again...
I hope u guys r ready to hear my not so interesting journey yet again...

My name is sanyukta... Sanyukta Banerjee...who got married with Randhir Singh...a Punjabi guy...

Now u all must be surprised that how did this hpn that too in the 1930s...
Hahaha...I knew it...u all r finding it confusing...

An intercaste marriage that too in 1930s was something more then a sin... especially in Bengali culture...
But my case is totally different....

Infact the Bengali orthodox society has itself pushed me into this marriage...going against my will...reason??

Well again during those days women were no less then cows...
They couldn't do any kind of protest neither they stood for themselves...

But I think God made me someone who was just in contrast of those ladies during those days...

Maybe that's the reason... randhir nor his family gave me importance...

My father was a mere cattle rearer while my mom was a housewife...sometimes helping my dad in his job...

We had a hut...in kankurgachi village...that too rented....not to forget it was given to us by our "chowkidar moshaai"..... (The janitor/caretaker of village)

Only me n my family knew that how we leaved in that small hut... without any source of light at night...
Mosquitoes continued their songs from evening onwards...
While my mom burned some dry leaves in order to spread the smoke, so that we could get some releif from those adamant lil creatures...

Food?? Well once in a daytime we arranged "aamaani" ... (A preparation of rice...often ate by villagers) which was enough to boost out energy...

Villagers suggested us to hunt animals...for our living...
But me n my family were brahmins...so we were purely vegetarian...

Days started passing...thus a new tension was eating up my father's head...n that was my marriage...

He often discussed this matter with my mom...and the anxiety of the entire household lay on my heart like a stone...

"I won't get married this early....I want to grow up and stand by your side"...i wanted to scream these words outta of my mouth...
But again I knew that such kind of protest won't change their mind...as it is something which became a rule since ages...

I was 15...and girls used to get married at 10...
Maybe indirectly but the rules r surpassing..!!

One evening when my father was off for his work...
One of our neighbour came and said..."Tara eshe gache go...".... (They hv arrived...

I was washing certain utensils...nearby the well...

I frowned n looked towards the lady when my mom came out of the house covering her head...with the end of her saree...

Well this was another rule of our Bengali society that a lady can't meet any other person... without putting the veil...

"Karaa?"... My mom asked
"The Singh family...the owner of this village...!! And you now what they have demanded for tax...and we hv to pay it within 2days... otherwise they may disown us from our houses!!"...said the lady....

"Kano korbe amon?"..... (Why will they do this? .... I protested

They looked at me surprisingly...
"Lower your voice sanyukta!!" ....mom eyed me

"Na maa ...ora omon kore mor ghor chhiniye neete parene... !!".... (No mom...they can't just snatch our houses like this!;) I shouted again...

"Mamon...(nick name of sanyu) tui ghore jaa...!!"... (Mamon go inside the house!!)... Mother eyed me again...with a rude voice ...

"Mom I will obey your words... but I won't tolerate any injustice...I will go and fight against them...!!"...I said determinedly n went inside my room...whereas my mom kept sweating in tension...hearing my words...

Thank u