The pain in everybody's lifeA Story by KhyatiMy dad had just promised me to buy my favorite dress. I was flabbergasted. “But”, he continued. I smiled to myself, I knew it was coming. “You have to help me get some grocery for the house.” I gaped at him. “Do you mean I’ have to go to that crowded vegetable market which has the ability to suffocate me to death!?” I asked. He just nodded. “It’s fatal and dangerous for a small girl like me!” I protested with a puppy face. He shrunk his eyes at my over reaction. “Okay. Maybe you are too small for that dress too!” he said and got up to leave. I felt like a golden opportunity slipping out of my finger tips as that dress was really worth it. “Okay! Dad, I’m ready for it!” I said and got up with a spark in my eye as if I were a soldier on a life taking mission. He shook his head as if I were hopeless. “Let’s go and get done with the veggies and then, hit the store for my dress!” I spoke. The contrast in this line could clearly be seen. I sounded bored at the initial words but excitement filled me as my statement progressed. “Follow me, dad! I will not abdicate this.” I commanded. I think dad was trying his best to control his laughter or maybe he just was not well because he had both this hands on his mouth! “Okay.” My dad said after much effort “Wait till I get my car keys.” He completed. I marched out to the car, ignoring dad as if it were urgent. I had to wait a few minutes for my dad. When he came, we got seated. I listened to the music that my dad was playing like a DJ at the music system installed in the car. The only problem was that the songs he played were released before my birth! They gave me a headache! ‘Bear this! Be patient. You are doing all this for that dress. Remember the dress.’ half of me said, but the other half spoke, ‘Be patient!? Oh, I’ll surly turn into one like this!’ But I tried to keep my calm. We were there soon. The place was just as I had expected it to be, populated, suffocating, stinky and just unbearable! The vegetable sellers seemed too poor there. Most of the buyers were also not that rich; only a few had a good standard. It was so because almost all the vegetables there were very inexpensive. The place seemed to consist of 90% of people under poverty but they were still laughing loudly without paying any heed to the passer-bys, if they were not interested in their vegetables. They seemed happier than the people in posh hotels who had the fake little smiles for the display. Anyway, I descended forward. My dad bought a lot of vegetables and made me carry some. When I told him that my legs were about to break of walking, he knew that it was enough. “Just the baby corn is left. Come. We’ll be quick now, okay?” he asked. ‘Okay? ‘I said in my mind ‘Okay? Okay! Can I refuse that you ask me okay?’ he knew just by my expressions that how I felt and then, he tried to persuade me by tempting me. “Okay. A packet of baby corn can get you a pair of shoes along with your dress. ” he said and with that he had made an offer I could not refuse. We were busy looking for the right packet from the vendor when an old lady came there begging for money. I felt emphatic towards her but my dad had always told me not to provide them with any money. “By giving them coins, you are making them dependent on begging. They will never be forced to do a vocation that can pay them much better” he always used to say. And, maybe that was the reason for all the other adults too even refuse to notice her except one vendor. He was a young man and the only one to go and donate the lady a coin. He had tears in his eyes as he dropped the coin in the little bowl that the aged woman could bear on her wrinkled hand. The bowl was small as she surly didn’t expect much money. I could see his eyes glisten because of tears but he didn’t let even one drop off. He shut his eyes tight and in just a few seconds started acting as normal as anyone else present over there. I noticed the pain that he hid in himself. He didn’t show it to anyone, maybe because he knew no one could understand it as he did. Then, I looked at all the smiling faces around me. They were snickering for sure, but all of them definitely had some ache in their life that they hid from everyone else. Not just them, but all normal-looking mature people did, from the visitors of shinning luxurious hotels to the poor people who shined others shoes. The scene helped me gain a different outlook towards life. Meanwhile, my dad had paid for the baby corn “Let’s go to get your dress ow.” he said “And shoes!” I reminded him. In no time, we were back to the car and my dad drove off. My realization was fresh, so it gave birth to a curiosity. “Dad?” I called out “Yes?” he asked. “Do you have some pain in your life that you hide from others?” I questioned “Why do you ask?” “Just tell me, please.” The atmosphere gave vibes of seriousness for a moment “Yes, I have one.” My dad said. “What is it?” I whispered, being scared of the pain which could cause ache to my strong dad. “It’s…” my dad hesitated for a moment “It’s… it’s…. YOU! Why do you think I don’t make you meet my colleagues? I hide you.” He joked, laughing noisily. I just sat there, frowning. “Your punishment is that you will buy me a bracelet too, now!” I said, not joking at all. I questioned no further, letting my dad hide his true pain from me as I knew he could handle it better. - Khyati Sanger
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