It’s amazing how the truth always prevails. It may take decades, and an entire generation may pass before timid truth peeps through the dark clouds with its bright beams, shedding light on every detail.
After ages, maybe even 4 to 5 years, I got a chance to talk peacefully with an aunt whom I knew since my childhood days. As our conversation progressed we eventually ended up discussing matters related to my mother. She knows my story and she’s not surprised since she knew my mom’s family in her own childhood days. However, she is still trying to wrap her head around how a mother can try so hard to harm her own daughter. She says it’s beyond her understanding.
While discussing these things, she mentioned how when I was a child and both our families spent time together, my mother always spoke evil of my paternal grandparents. My aunt said she had interpreted my dad’s family as evil from her description of them. I had to clarify and let her know that my paternal grandparents were some of the best folks who walked the earth. My aunt also mentioned how my mother spoke very cheaply of my paternal aunt, that she came from another caste and so she was many levels lower than her. I had to once again tell her what a wonderful aunt I have. She has always been a loving support in my journey of life.
Then my aunt asked me how well my mom’s family has been taking care of my mother. I told her they’ve vanished, they’re nowhere to be seen. Over the span of a year, they visited her once. She was shocked! Then she said till your dad was in Dubai they enjoyed all the goodies he got them, they all used to go draped in similar sarees from Dubai. I said yes, my dad not only got them clothes and edibles but also paid off my thatha’s debts, funded weddings and kids’ education all fuelled by my mother. Sadly when the golden hen had no more golden eggs to lay, he was kicked off and discarded. Very very few have actually honoured his sacrifices. Hardly one or two of the whole bunch. Now they’re all gone. My mother is fending for herself. For loving them a million times more than me and my father, they have rewarded her with loneliness and hopelessness.
It’s been a decade since my grandparents passed away. It’s 2.5 years since dad passed away and people are still discovering the truth about how sweet and loving my dad’s family was. The truth cannot be concealed. Lies will only last a while. Who is evil now? Who is cheap now? The world knows that it’s my mother and her family.
Before one speaks ill about another, before they propagate a lie, they have to remember that even the walls have ears and the wind whispers secrets. Eventually the truth will surface and the liar will stand ashamed. I have experienced this so many times with my mother and with her family. They would lie so craftily and finally get nabbed in an embarrassing manner.
Four years ago on my visit to Chennai in 2018, I realized that my name was no longer included in our Government Family Card, despite my dad’s home address being my permanent address. When I confronted my parents, my dad stayed quiet. My mother came forward to lie. She told me that despite including my name in the smart card application, the government officials missed to include it. I asked them why they didn’t request for correction and reinclude my name, for which she said dad is not feeling that great and couldn’t make the effort. I actually believed this.
Fast forward to 2022, I log into the Family Card website and lo and behold, my name is nowhere to be seen and has been completely removed. When I asked my mother why my name was purposely removed, she threw the blame on my dad saying it was his idea. I immediately stopped her and told her, “You’re the only poison that existed in our home. Every cell of yours was designed for evil. Daddy surely had nothing to do with it. Since 2010 he was a puppet whose strings were in your control. So you are the one who is responsible you evil shrew. You will rot in the worst part of hell for all your evil deeds.” There was no response. She knows I know who and what she is. Yet she calls me 20 times every day to see if she can use her charm on me like how she did with my dad. It doesn’t work. This one point makes her fume. She hates the fact that I am a replica of my paternal grandma and nothing but the truth will move me.
I may have discovered the truth very late but it did overflow eventually. It always does. Maybe God has designed the world this way. My paternal families’ good deeds and legacy live on, while my maternal families evil deeds and intentions have caught up with them. The world today knows the truth with full clarity and the fact that truth has triumphed is all that matters to me!
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