”On the one hand, the pain of not having a house, on the other hand, the burden of debt”

After the death of my husband 7 years ago, the responsibility of household affairs fell on me

Chaitra 4, 2081

Shamtoliya Sada

”On the one hand, the pain of not having a house, on the other hand, the burden of debt”

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My house is in Mirchaiya municipality-10, Mathileshwar village. I am 58 years old. I have five children. Four daughters are married. Has a 13-year-old son. After the death of my husband 7 years ago, the responsibility of household affairs fell on me.

Even when I reminded my husband not to drink alcohol, he didn't agree . After getting sick from the same addiction, we took him to the village clinic and examined him. But he could not be saved as there was no money to take him to a big hospital. For us poor, the hospital is like a dream. After getting sick, he will spend his time sleeping at home . Sometimes I go to the clinic in Ghurmi market and buy medicine worth 2-300. 

The husband used to drive the tractor to raise the household expenses . After he passed away, support and trust were broken, only sorrow and suffering remained . Now I go to the house of the owner of the village to work as a laborer. House expenses run by 2/300 per day when working from home. Sometimes, instead of money, they get paddy, rice, lentils, and they are used to burn the stove. 

Since there is nothing to grow because there is no farmland, we have to buy and eat everything . One hundred rupees is spent in the kitchen in a day. With the money earned by working, Zhenten has reached two thousand. Buying pulses and rice does not bring the thought of good food and delicious food . A daughter and two grandchildren also live with me. Grandchildren fry after seeing others buy and eat from the store . They cannot deliver what they ask for every day. Sometimes I forget to buy sweets worth 10-20 rupees. 

I am wearing the saree I bought three years ago even though it is torn in 2-3 places . Last July, the wages earned from planting paddy bought new clothes for his son. Due to lack of money, my son was sad because he could not buy new clothes last Dasain. Even the slippers that he bought 8 months ago for 130 rupees have broken . Three months ago, I invested 180 rupees and bought slippers for my son.

There is a small hut in Ghaderi with its own name . A year ago, the government also demolished the house that was supposed to be paved. No new house has been built yet. It's been 6 months since I thought whether to run a business and build a house by spending 20-25 thousand . Now all five of them have to sleep in the hut . 

On the one hand there is the pain of not having a home, on the other hand there is the burden of debt . 7-8 lakhs have been spent on the marriage of four daughters. She still hasn't been able to repay the debt she incurred at that time. 2 lakh loan taken from Sahoo-Mahajan in the village is still outstanding. 

The son studying in the government school of the village has now reached the 4th grade. There are two goats and one goat in the house . Sometimes the sale of Khasi can help with household expenses. When he goes to work, his son has to go to herd goats instead of going to school. The government never thought anything for us. Leaders come to pretend in the election, then even when they die, even when they live, they don't come to show their faces .

There is no work in the village like before. The same 8-10 days of work are available in a month . When I don't have money, I ask for money from close people. Because of my age, I can't do that much work. I am thinking of sending my son to India or Gulf countries to work. Now my hope is this one son . If my son earns, will I be freed from life like hell! 

presentation: Vinay Azad

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