a story..

Malti's little dream shattered....

While talking to the ladies of neighbour hood, Malti was also knitting the swetear. It was an unusual happening to see Malti without her knitting needles. Knitting sweaters was the only art that Malti knew so she adopted this her means of livelihood after her husband's death. She didn't earn much by it but still the earnings were enought to fulfill little daily needs of Malti and her two years old son, Manav. Malti and Manav lived in a small two room house constructed by her late husband on the ancestoral land while he was alive. Malti also received monthly family pension from her husband's department as additional financial support but she rarely used it for fulfilling the daily needles.  She used to keep this money in the bank account so that it could be used for Manav's education and career whenever required.Malti was famous in the town for her hand-knitted beautiful swetears.

Malti didn't want Manav to live a life like hers. She always dreamt of a happy and prosperous life for Manav in future. She always used to say that when Manav will grew up and get settled she will get him married to a beautiful girl. Then she will knit beautiflul sweaters for her grand-children only.It was her only dream that she saw for herself.

Times flew away and Manav grew up. Well educated Manav got the job as a lecturer in the well reputed college with a handsome salary. Now both of them got shifted to the big four room house alotted to Manav by his college authorities in the college campus itself.

Malti was more than happy to live this kind of life. She felt like a queen these days. She often asked Manav to get married now but he wanted to have his won house first. Malti agreed to it and Manav took a bank loan to construct the house. Within six months their new house was ready at their ancestoral place where they used to live before.

Manav had arranged a pooja and then a lunch party on the entry day of their new house. He had invited their neighbours and colleagues there to celebrate. One of his colleague, Rekha especially helped Manav and Malti in every little work at the function. After the lunch, all the guests including Rekha were gone.

Malti was cleaning the house and Manav was preparing the tea. When both sat together for sipping tea, Manav told Malti that he wanted to marry Rekha. Malti was more tha happy to hear this. After all, now her long-term dream of knitting swetears for her grand children was going to become true.

Manav and Rekha got married in a simple function in the presence of their families and some friends. Malti was so happy that day that she couldn't sleep that night and kept dreaming of knitting sweaters for her grand children

After three years of married life, Manav and Rekha were blessed with a son but Malti's dream of knitting sweaters for her grand children had been shattered. By then Malti had lost her fingers, becuase she was attacked by disease gangrene in the fingers and all her fingers of both hands were surgically amputated to restrict further spread.