Story: I want freedom.

This story is about married life, if you you are interested read the story then read carefully and fully.

Story: I want freedom.

This story is about married life, if you you are interested read the story then read carefully and fully.

 Today, a strange case has arisen in court number 17. A lady, who has crossed the middle of her life, wants to separate from her husband unconditionally. However, the husband does not want to leave his wife at all.

The matter is like this: the working wife, aged almost forty, suddenly expressed her desire to not have a family anymore. She does not feel like having a family anymore. Therefore, to free herself from everything, she is seeking an unconditional divorce from her married life. But the husband wants to spend the last days of his life with his wife. His only daughter is established in her own life, so he wants to spend the rest of his life alone and happily with his wife.

There is great curiosity in the court premises—on whose favor the judge will give the verdict. How strong will the evidence be to win.

Shankhanil and Anupama have spent twenty-five years of married life together. No one has ever seen unrest in their family, which was built with only one daughter. From the outside, everyone knew that they were all happy. In fact, among Shankhanil's friends, they were an example of the best couple as husband and wife. Such a story of that couple cannot be accepted. When people celebrate their silver jubilee wedding anniversary in a married life of twenty-five years, Anupama's legal appeal comes at that very time.

The judge asked Anupama, "Does your husband have extramarital affairs?"

Anupama replied, "Currently, there is no one in my husband's life except me. I am the most desired woman for him."

The judge asked again, "So is he a tyrant? Do you experience domestic violence?"

Anupama smiled and said, "Can a husband commit domestic violence against a wife he got for a lot of money? I don't think any husband can have that power."

"Then why do you want a divorce from your husband? If there is nothing wrong with you, can't you just walk away from a relationship?"

Anupama started answering the judge's question, "You will judge by looking at the good of today? The pain, sorrow, tears, and mental and physical labor of my every day for the past twenty-five years—are they worthless?

I just wanted a simple love.

With friendship in college life Love came into my life. After a long seven or eight years of love, our married life began. After marriage, I saw that the lover in my husband had disappeared. He then taught me to compromise with his mother, asked me to learn cooking, and started to enjoy the joy of being a husband without any worries by burdening me with many of his daily chores. To my husband's mother, I was just a petty rival, whom my mother-in-law used to spoil by harassing and insulting me every day for trivial reasons. But I was still employed and financially completely independent. Still, I accepted all the insults given by my mother-in-law with a smile in the greed of getting my husband close. There was only one greed, that the loving man in my husband would fill me with his love. No matter how financially independent I am, love is no longer sold in the market; it can be bought with the money I have. So, by sacrificing my love, adapting myself to his world, and proving myself to be a complete failure in front of his mother, I wanted to get that lover's love, but I didn't get that love. That lover fell into the grave of love and gave me a husband who proved to be a very good son, a very good brother, a very good father, a good friend, and even a good boss. He just couldn't be my lover. I didn't want a good lover; I didn't want a prestigious, wealthy lover either. I just wanted a simple lover whose big heart would be raised only for me, but nothing happened.

I fell in love with that man and became the mother of his child. When I was struggling to manage everything—family, children, and job—and when I was fed up with my mother-in-law's nagging every day, I wanted my lover to be by my side, who would rub my back pain with his hand, who would stand next to my tired body after work and say, "Come on, let's finish the work together today." Even if I refused, he would say, "We're both tired; we've both done the work, so why do you do everything around the house alone?"

I wanted that lover to stand in front of his mother's nagging and say, "You can't do anything more to my Anupama than this. You won't insult her. Don't forget, Anupama is not only my wife; she is also my love."

He didn't say; he didn't spend a single word for me. Rather, after I had a baby, when I had stretch marks on my body, a fat belly, and black spots on the corners of my eyes from not sleeping night after night, he started to despise my ugly face. At that time, the sorrow of the office colleague with his face smeared with paint was more important to him. Even after work, he would return home and chat with him on the phone. I kept quiet despite everything. I begged my husband many times, "I want to be your lover. But my husband was busy looking for a lover among other women. Still, I didn't leave my husband; I kept waiting with a stone in my heart, hoping that I would find my lost lover back someday.

I could have separated from my daughter, but I didn't. Because I didn't want my child to be deprived of her father's love. But did my husband think, if I had insulted his love, his affection, like him, and sold it to another man, how would he feel?  he never put him in my place and thought, Where is my pain? Rather, even my slightest protest would have shaken his manhood. Because he had given me a little bit of the vermilion of compassion, he could easily say many times, "Wife, be like a wife."

Yes, "Wife".. I had to live as a wife; I couldn't be a lover. I have been carrying all the responsibilities of being the only daughter alone, silently; no matter how much pain I had, I couldn't say it openly. Because I knew that all my requests would get only one answer—"I"can't."

My husband gave me the title of best wife among his friends. He proudly said, "I never quarrel with my wife. My wife is very accommodating. She never interferes in my personal life."

How can I interfere?

 How can I not be an adjuster? His personal life was his own. Even though he was married, he would go out on trips with friends without notice, spending night after night chatting freely. He never asked if Anupama needed him. Just as his personal life is his, isn't my personal life also mine?

I have played the role of a wife for twenty-five years; I have played the role of a mother for twenty-three years; I have fulfilled all my responsibilities towards the child I brought into the world; I have established him in life and made him strong. I have made everyone's lives complete by emptying my own life.

But what did I get in return? Nothing. Rather, I have seen the lover inside me die little by little every moment; I have seen him cry silently in exhaustion. I could not save that lover, the incarnation of Dharma. But the person who is still alive in me, I have fully embraced him. I want to let him live; I want to fill the void in that person's life with satisfaction, so today, at the end of life, I want to be free from all the shackles of the world. I know that my husband does not want to leave me today, because, after receiving my service for twenty-five years, it has become a habit for him to receive my service. Today I am a habit, a support; you can say I am like a blind man's stick. But only when he is blind, a stick is needed; in the life of a cripple, his stick may be necessary for him, but it can never be his love. That is exactly what I am to my husband. Today, I am only a need in his lonely life, not his love.

Now I want to see the morning sun as I wish; I want to be wrapped in the embrace of the bed until the afternoon; I want to be a mountain as I wish, a river as I wish. I want to stay awake all night and hide my face in the chest of my diary; I want to write down all the expressions of my mind. The next morning, the rush to get up and make someone tea and snacks should not force me to sleep; I want to make that effort; I want to be free.

Just because I was born as a girl.

Did I demand too much? Just because I was born as a girl, I will only give until my death; I will not get anything. I have received human life from God; no man or any society can take away the right to enjoy it from me.

Therefore, I want to live the last few years of my life as I wish, free from bondage, and like a free bird, I want to fill all the failures and emptiness of life with joy and satisfaction. Therefore, I want to free myself from all the setbacks of life."

The courtroom was filled with silence at Anupama's speech. Did Anupama really demand too much? Is this demand really only Anupama's? Isn't this demand the same for all the Anupamas in the world? Don't all the Anupamas in the world end up looking for a lover in their husbands?

No one knows the answer. Even the judge is stunned. Being judged in the court of life is not only difficult; it is also very painful.