Ananya did not know what to do with her life. She was stuck, and had to choose between the frying pan and the fire. She smiled thinking about how she had been walking on fire all her life, that is how she ended up like burnt toast. Ananya knew she had to do it though, she had to choose.
If she stayed, she did not know what that man would end up doing to her and her daughter. He was volatile and his behaviour could neither be predicted or suffered. If she chose to leave, her options were limited, with no means of earning, she would have to live off her relatives until she could settle, and they did not even like her.
Her parents, were long dead, she did not even remember how they were. She craved for her mother’s comfort, and her father’s support. That is what Ananya imagined her parents to be, her refuge with unquestioning comfort, unwavering support and and unconditional love. She thought about Alia, “Did Alia have all that?” she wondered. Alia just had a scared life, she was sacred to talk, to act, to exist in front of that man. Ananya realised she had a chance, to give her daughter what she never had. A loving parent. She decided that she needed to give Alia that, for her sake and Alia’s.
She had to be quick, cause if he found out, he would never let them leave. He had made it clear to Ananya, what life is like for a single parent, especially those women who leave notable families. She was told how it would always be her fault and the world would blame her. She decided to take the risk, the chance for the future of her daughter. She stopped thinking and made up her mind. Ananya walked out before her husband could come back home. She would pick up Alia from school, their few possessions neatly packed in the bag. Ananya decided that she had to learn to live, and she had to walk away from everything to do that.