Ekti sishir bindu (the glistening dewdrop)
“Bohu din dhore, bohu krosh dure,
bohu byay kori, bohu desh ghure,
Dekhite giyachhi parbotmala, dekhite giyachhi sindhu,
Dekha hoy nai chokkhu meliya,
Ghar hote shudhu dui pa feliya,
Ekti dhaner shisher upore ekti shishir bindu”
I traveled miles, for many a year,
I spent a lot in lands afar,
I’ve gone to see the mountains,
The oceans I’ve been to view.
But I haven’t seen with these eyes
Just two steps from my home lies
On a corn of paddy grain,
A glistening drop of dew.
– Rabindranath Tagore.
I am here to tell you a story about a woman who is more than 80 years of age. At a very tender age of 9, she got married. She also gave birth to her childern at a very small age. After a few years her husband died and poverty hit her hard. She chose her hobby, which is embroidery, as the only source of income in her home. Just like any other women she dreamt of becoming educated and independent but the responsibilities towards her family forced her to work hard and earn her daily income instead of following her dreams. This led her to become uneducated and dependent. She lives by the railway tracks in a tiny hut with her family, along with her outstanding art which is also the only source of income. Despite the fact that there is no electric supply at her home, she still continues to do her work. Even at this ripe age she fights against the world and continues to do her work. As her children abandoned her despite the fact that her children were the reason for her to work so hard all these years. She still waits for that day when her children will respect her and accept her and her work. This woman still continues to work at her tiny house. What is her future then? A hopeless end or an endless hope ?
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