Satraah

                                    

                                          
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Tripti 
Gokarna, Karnataka

There's one physical criteria for being eligible for IAS job, "The feet, hands and limbs should be well-formed and there should be no restriction on joint movements."
After the accident, I had got a feet injury, it had restricted my movements, and disqualified me to fulfill my mother's dream. Should I thank Shiv ji for saving me and not letting any major harm come to me, or weep for my loss?

I still don't know what was I doing there, why was I there in the first place. I had lied to mother, but why? My memory, I so wish it comes back. I want to clear the misunderstandings between my mother and I. 
What if she thinks something bad about me, what if I actually did something bad without letting her know? I trust myself, I can never do something bad, right? I had to doubt myself because I had no clue what had happened while I was out.
Rudra, who is he. I never thought of getting a tattoo, if I had got it, that too there, he must be someone special. A lover? But I wouldn't think of hiding that from my mother.. marrying someone without mother's consent would be the last thing I would do. 

A week had passed since we settled here, I didn't make any friends, I don't make friends. Usually normal people would be polite while answering questions, but the people here, were too rude. As if they hated intrusion. The children were awful, I had accompanied my mother to her school one day and saw them bullying and hitting a weak child.
I did help the child and got his wounds checked in the infirmary but the nurse scrutinized me as if I was asking her to give me her kidney. After the child's wound were dressed he fled out of the infirmary as if he saw a ghost.
This place was weird, and people weirder.
My mother had to face the worse, the other teachers didn't even try to know her name, when she tried initiating conversation they would just ignore and repel away from her. My mother doesn't deserve this. 
I could handle isolation, but my mother hated it. Maybe that was because of my father. She didn't like to be alone, though she was an independent women, she liked mingling with people, it made her less aware of her past.
I tried my best to cheer her up, I usually don't talk much, Navya on the other hand never stops talking, But here, I had to talk, for my mother.
I had done BA in economics, now that I was illegible for civil services, I would probably try getting a corporate job. There weren't any vacancies for job near this town, so I put on my biodata online for work from home.
After a year, maybe mother can ask for a transfer and we can shift back to Mumbai. I could work more hours to pay off the loan and mother wouldn't need to work anymore.


A month had passed since I lost my memory. There's this one place I like here, the beach. At night the beach glows. The sky is always clear near sea and I like watching the planets, starts and moons. I remember doing this... sitting on sand and staring at the night sky.
My memory is coming back.
The gentle breeze, fresh scent of the shore soothes my bones. 
I had got a work from home part time job from a multinational company, It had a monopoly over the world market. I was glad for the opportunity, although my qualifications could land me on a better position, I had to work as a fresher because of my inability to go and work in the office.