THE WRINKLES

                                  THE WRINKLES

There is a cosmetic revolution in today’s world. The adage like “to age gracefully” have become a scum. Cosmetics brands are revolutionizing market with anti- aging creams, wrinkle preventive ointment and what not, to conceal away the deep furrows which hide the deepest secrets and fables of the experienced life.

THE WOMAN WITH THE WRINKLES

But there are few, untouched by the these ointments and anti-aging creams, whose “all tell” face pour out the sufferings and struggles of life through these deep lanes on the spotless face.

PAKISTAN

The story starts forty years back with the birth of a baby girl in the big Hindu family residing in the Sind area of Pakistan. The family already have eight kids and she was the ninth and the youngest of all her siblings.

With her five sisters and two brothers she started to nurture in the rustic land under the fear and revulsion. Pakistan is an orthodox Muslim country where the Hindu families live in fright. Her education was very limited as she was not allowed to regularly go to school due to frequent curfews in the area {which is very common phenomenon in Pakistan as well as the Jammu and Kashmir region in India}.

For eighteen years she lived a suffocated life in Pakistan with her other siblings. In the shadow of terror the basic confidence was not allowed to blossom and the girl even lost the power to voice her opinion and the faintest courage, if ever present vaporize with the passing years.

It was only when she was eighteen years old that her whole family got an opportunity to migrate to India. It is a very rare case, only few lucky ones can get through it. It so happened, her eldest brother’s wife acquaintance were very well settled in India and they were planning to expand their business and require man power for it. This opportunity came as their only escape route and her father grabbed it with both hands.

Three of her sister who were married in Pakistan, stayed over there and the rest of the family moved to Sonipat, India.

INDIA

Across the border the Hindu family of the girl came with new hope and dreams of better future, but since when the life have been easy for few. The business was going awesome, but suddenly the business men felt that new people were not needed anymore.

Again, they were left abandoned, but this time on the streets of India. They came to Delhi with all the meager savings they have.

If all the doors in life are closed, the all kind lord always and always leave one of them open. They had this guru living in a Gurudware, “Majnu ka Tilla” {it’s near Sir Mukherjee nager, Delhi} and he invited them to live there till they could arrange any other accommodation.

The girl father and brothers tried hard to meet the both ends meet for their big family. The girl on the other hand mute about her basic right to be human being was over burden with work from her sister – in – laws. All she did whole day was the chores around the whole length and breath of the gurudware.

Her other sister was married while they were in Sonipat and out of all her siblings she was left to settle. Her parents were aging fast with the hardships and all the uncertainty surrounding their future. The boys of the family became more concerned about their small niche and the happiness of their youngest sister was slowly and slowly fading away from their memory. Only her father and mother were fretting about her life.

Sometimes the god himself come and makes ways for innocent but deliberately mute people. The one of the devotee family coming to the guru who had the boy of marriageable age and were bride hunting for him. The guru talked to them about the girl from the Pakistan. The families met and the truth was shared and by the grace of god, they instantly clicked on.

 They got married on 6^th December. The boy was good and talented but was the eldest among his seven siblings, hence burden with lots and lots of responsibility. The girl left the big family and entered into another big one. Being meek and mute, here also she was taken undue advantage of and was burden with loads of work. So the whole day what she did was work and only work.

Her husband tried hard and settled all his siblings, but got the shock of his life, when one of them shattered his trust and stabbed him in the back. Life was never easy on that girl ever. Because of the discoid the relationship became sour and the man left his home with his wife and that time two daughters {although she have three daughters} to start the life anew.

They struggled hard, very hard and were ultimately able to stand themselves, but everything has a price and they paid that with their youth. They have no record how those years of their life flew away when they were suppose to enjoy their marriage and birth of their kids. All that is left are deep furrow lanes of early wrinkles and a medical records {the man is suffering from hypertension and diabetes mellitus II and the woman have fluctuating blood pressure, sometimes high and sometimes low and osteoarthritis}.

DECIPHERING WRINKLES OF THE GIRL FROM PAKISTAN

Deep furrows running parallel to each other on the forehead and appears on slightest moment of forehead and sometimes appear to be there always – sign of weakness

Several fine oblique Wrinkles on side of the nose – indicates petty nature

Wrinkles formed along with the fold of flesh above the outer angle of the eyes – patience {patience to all her suffering}

Wrinkles obliquely outward and downward to outer angle of eyes – mirthful wrinkles or also called laughter lines {don’t be surprise, though life haven’t given her much opportunities to be gay about but she in the process of living learned to laugh over her miseries and therefore have those laughter lines}

MORAL

“Even though my lips are tight and sealed,

The story of my life is still revealed.”

 PRAYER 

Belated happy anniversary to the couple and praying there happily ever after from now, may never ever be interrupted forever.