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desperate measure...

When Mita's call came in the morning with "Khobor shunish ni?" My heart sank and I was mentally prepared for the worst! It was a shock indeed to read about a dear colleague taking her own life ! She was smart,attractive, tech savvy and a good human being ....so why this desperate measure? Life had thrown many challenges at her- her restauranter husband left her, daughter had a rare medical problem - but  she faced the numerous challenges on her own - but she was gutsy and we admired the fact that she was so meticulous with her work despite everything!
Back at school when we were colleagues she would talk about her life as a rich man's unloved wife and how her world revolved around her daughter- and then the daughter  suddenly developed this medical problem.
She left the school for an office job and gradually we lost touch with each other.But today despite everything else I went back time and again to remember her face- what made her take the final painful step on that crowded weekday morning ? The newspapers called it depression ! And I thought of the daughter - what will become of her now? She must be around 19-20 now !
Bhaskar often tells me be happy that you have a child who is in good health , a good human being and do not crib about what he will be in the future....I guess this is when I should count my blessings and pray for her soul...may she find her solace and be rid of all her sorrows....but so many questions will remain , just like the regret in my heart !

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  1. ah that is heart breaking
    my condolences aunty. blessed we are. touchwood

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