P.S: This is a real story only names are fictional.
I met Savitha for the first time in 2012, was introduced by a common friend Reshma. She was a tall, pretty looking south indian girl, a fashion designer who worked in a popular boutique in Bangalore. She was married to a regional film producer. Like any other arranged marriage, it was the initial phase where both unaware about each other's personality were exploring the unknown better half.
When asked about her marriage, she said her husband was an understanding and loving man. He pampered her to an extent that she felt like a real princess. Being raised in a lower middle class family, she always dreamed of a comfortable future but now the reality was luxurious. Soon she got busy with her new family, where she was treated as a daughter. While all her friends complained about their in-laws, she wouldn't have anything to share.
I met her for second time when we attended Reshma's wedding. She looked stunning in a red chiffon sari. She was excited about starting her own boutique store, financed by her dear husband. I was happy for her as she was living the life she had always dreamed of,or so I thought.
After few weeks, on a friday afternoon I wanted to gift my mom a designer sari so thought of visiting Savitha's boutique. I called on her cell phone thrice but she didn't answer. I left her a text message, but she didn't reply. I assumed she must have been busy, so stopped bothering her.
Four days later, Reshma calls me up, in her shaky voice she said "Sad news, Savitha is no more, she passed away last friday". Her husband was out of country for a shoot, he returned home only to find his lovely wife hanging from the ceiling fan. She knew he would be home that day, she had left him a suicide note. She had told him about her past affair, but lied saying it was all over. He trusted her and never brought it up, while she continued meeting her ex-lover even when she was his wife. She was guilty of betraying his trust and she could live with it, no more.
I disconnected the call without saying a word. What could I have said. I knew it was the same day I was trying to call Savitha. We weren't the best of friends, so she would not tell me about her personal issues. But what if she had spoken about this matter to some friend or family. What if that someone would have given her the right advice instead of blaming her. She took the decision of ending her life when caught in a weak moment. What would have happened if she was strong enough to let that moment pass.
What would have happened if she had confessed to her husband?
Would he give her a second chance?
Is there a possibility that after her repentance she would live a happy life.
Even if he left her, was it the end for her, no purpose to live further ??
It's been more than a year, since Savitha passed away. But I can't stop thinking of the endless possibilities that could have happened, had she chosen LIFE over DEATH!
Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it; since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live.
Appropriate graphic. Such a sad tale.
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DeleteTugs at the heartstrings
ReplyDeleteTrue Nick !
DeleteWhat a sad story..
ReplyDeleteSad but true.
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DeleteThat's a sad story but very well written. I feel we should give life a chance and wait or postpone suicide plans.
ReplyDeleteYes VIshal, agreed !
DeleteThat's such a sad story. A few years back a young man jumped to his death in our building. And like you, I've always wondered whether if someone would have said a simple Hi, or engaged him in a conversation as he made his way to the terrace, would he not have done it. You're right suicide is often a moment of weakness. I wish she had spoken to someone. Very sad.
ReplyDeleteYes Tulika, we all have seen or heard about such suicide stories. Just wish those people would have had the strength to surpass that weak moment, if not they should seek for help.
DeleteWell written tale. But I can't seem to support or pity for Savitha. What she did was betrayal of trust and she chose a wrong ending without having the courage to either stand it to forget the past or face it in choosing what is good for her. Though I might be wrong, what I understood from the story is that she was with her husband for only money. Whatever might be the reason, she should have faced it instead of running away from it.
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DeleteYes you are right she should have faced it, instead of running away but I think she didnt have the courage, she knew she had done a huge mistake. But in my opinion, the mistake was not bigger than her life.
Very sad! I wish she had spoken to someone, anyone!
ReplyDeleteYes Nabanita, talking about our griefs might not solve them, but will reduce the pain and sorrow.
Deletevery well written .. i loved the graphic art .. wish she would have spoken to anyone !
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankur !
DeleteOh gosh, what a sad story. It's very well written!
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DeleteFirst time here, nice work.
ReplyDeleteThanks Gyan !
DeleteSad ending to a happy story that had limitless possibilities :(
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately people decide things in haste and think they do not deserve a second chance . The last line was really touchy .
Thanks Sushree !
DeleteWhat a sad story and choice of action.
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I wonder sometimes why we think our troubles are permanent and pervasive. Or that we have no way out. Or that no one will ever understand us. Or that we are beyond redemption.
ReplyDeleteSuch a futile waste!
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I think its the fear of being blamed, in this case.
DeleteWell this just reminds me of someone I know who recently did the same. We're still coming to terms with it. I wish he'd confided In someone. What went through his head we shall never know.
ReplyDeleteWhy are we so scared to confide? What makes us pent up everything inside?
Am sorry for your loss.
DeleteWe fear to be blamed, guess we are scared to be misunderstood.
But I look around and often wonder why keep so much grief inside , why can't we just share it.. let it out.
Well if only it were that easy. We all do that at some point in life. Thats the recipe for tragedy
DeleteOh how I wish she was strong enough to come out with the truth! Even if her husband would have been angry in the beginning, it would still had a hope of working out in the end! Nice write ananya
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Deletesad story but liked it. :-(
ReplyDeleteI wonder what would have happened to Savitha's Boy Friend. Nobody considered about him.
ReplyDeleteWell written Ananya. A sad one though.
ReplyDeletepoignant tale, liked ur conclusion. good wishes
ReplyDeleteSad story & reality for many....
ReplyDeleteTouching tale... :-(
ReplyDeleteIt is ironical. Like you said, you need to be a coward (to not be able to face life) and brave to suicide at the same time.
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