Ten years ago…
We were moving from one town to another. Dad had gone to fetch more of our luggage from the another place. Before that, he found a porter at the railway station to help us carry our 2 large suitcases to our train compartment. The porter was an old man.
We ended up talking and he told us how he landed there in this city as a porter.
“When I see you, I remember my daughters”.
He used to be a business man in his village. Lost all his money, savings and sold his business to get his daughters married off.
“I have some respect and standard in my town. I and my wife cannot work as laborers in our hometown. That’s why we came to this city.”
I had tears in my eyes as I heard his story (in the local language).
A 65 year old man and his wife, helpless and poor in a big city because our society demands spending on a daughter’s wedding, even if you go below the poverty line as a result.
I swore I am not gonna be a liability for my parents, just because I am a female not matter what the society says. 10 years have passed but the incident is fresh in my memory. It left an impact and a sadness in my heart which time could not erase…