To deny or to nod…?

I can sense a wickedness in this image. 

When I turn back the pages of my life, I see lots of pain and tears of a little girl, who struggled to walk alone, yet made everything possible all by herself. Little she complained, little she shed tears in front of others. Her family was always the source of her agony. The other members frequently created problems that affected her directly or indirectly. She carried that pain always within, but never cursed or blamed anyone. Instead loved them more.

The time passed by and she is now a lady. She lives in another city far away from her family. Like the majority of Indians, she undertakes the responsibility of supporting her family and she does that pretty well. They are still the selfish set of people, who create problems and tries to disturb the family in whatsoever ways it’s.

Is it still necessary that she has to bear those? Perhaps, raising the voice against could teach them a lesson and give them the strength to deal with their problems. When she suddenly withdraws the usual support she offers, they may panic. The world may blame her as heartless. For the first time, she would be labelled as ‘selfish’ or ‘cruel’. But, does that really matter? What the world thinks about her is not her concern. The world hasn’t gone through the pain she had been through.