"The melody of scattered dreams"

"The melody of scattered dreams"

Amarpur was situated far away from the crowd of the city, where even today old stories breathed in the soil. Anamika was born in this village, a girl who had dreams, but the walls of society and circumstances stood in the way of fulfilling them.

This is the story of her struggle, love, rebellion and self-realization.

Anamika was crazy about books since childhood. When other girls played with dolls, she would be immersed in the stories of Mahadevi Verma, Premchand and Amrita Pritam. Her love for literature was such that now she herself had started writing a lot. Some of her articles had been published in daily magazines.

Her father Ramnath was a strict farmer, who was not in favor of educating daughters.

"A girl's job is to take care of the household, books do not fill the stomach!" - he would often say.

But mother Savitri was her biggest supporter. He secretly gave her the opportunity to read and taught her that courage and patience are necessary to fulfill dreams. It was only with her mother's support that she was able to write occasionally. She often went to the library to read the works of her favorite authors, despite her father's opposition.

In the village library, she met Devesh, who had returned after studying in the city. Her intelligence and passion for writing impressed Devesh. Their friendship soon turned into deep feelings.

One day Devesh said, "Anamika, you just have to keep writing. I will support you in fulfilling every dream!"

But this love was unimaginable for the village. When Ramnath came to know about this relationship, he arranged Anamika's marriage in a landlord family of the village without asking her.

Anamika wrote a last letter to Devesh, "The flight of my dreams is still left, but I will not be able to fly with you."

After marriage, her life became bound in the chains of traditions. Her husband Ajay was a businessman who had no interest in literature.

"Stop reading these books, your job is to take care of the house!" Ajay had said this on the very first day of their marriage.

Slowly, Anamika's world started shrinking to kitchen, saree and social obligations. She still had dreams in her eyes, but the chains of society had broken her courage to fulfill them. Anamika had now become a withered flower. All the dreams she had once seen were far away from her. But new buds bloom only after autumn, the same time was knocking on Anamika's life again. After some time, one day there was a literary festival in the village, in which a poem written by Anamika was selected by mistake. As soon as her name was called on the stage, a lost confidence arose in her soul. After a long time, she felt her happiness but when Ajay came to know about this, he said angrily, "If you don't stop writing, you will have to leave this house!"

For the first time, Anamika spoke without any fear -

"If there is no place for my dreams in this house, then I don't want this house!" Anamika's husband Ajay put a full stop to the conversation out of publicity but now both of them had parted ways.

Anamika got rid of her inner fear. She wrote her first novel, which slowly started becoming famous. She wanted to forget everything and just live her life.

After a few years, the story of her struggle became an inspiration for thousands of girls. Now she had a different name, a different identity. Ajay also realized his mistake. He now started appreciating his wife's efforts. Now spring had truly come in Anamika's life.

"Scattered dreams can also become music, you just need the courage to gather them.