Paridhi is the last house located at the end of this lane. After their marriage, Mr. Mehta built this beautiful house and his wife Amaya kept their house’s name Paridhi.
Amaya wanted to be surrounded by lots of people all the time. She was a jovial girl. At the age of 23, she got married to an Engineer with the hope that she would achieve all her dreams in life.
But life was planning something else. Something, that was beyond her dreams.
The volatility of life.
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Soon after marriage, Amaya stopped being that joyous girl anymore. Mr. Mehta never had time for his wife. He was too busy with his work, office tour, and parties at his friends’ residences.
Meanwhile, Amaya was blessed with an adorable son. With time, Arush grew up.
Arush was very attached to his mother as his dad was always busy with his work. Amaya’s world evolved around Arush.
But after he turned fifteen, she started noticing changes in his behaviour. He started becoming annoyed with her every word, and every time she forgot to serve him, he became angry. Very soon, Arush started talking to her for only his own needs.
Thus Amaya’s world shrank to a smaller circle. And one day, she realized that her world had only one person, herself alone.
After some years, Arush got admission to a renowned Engineering college and went to another city. He followed in his father’s footsteps, becoming a Software Engineer. He grabbed a high-paid job abroad from his college placement and went there to start a new life.
After three years, he married his childhood sweetheart and settled in that foreign country. Meanwhile, Mr. Mehta retired from his job but he joined an NGO. He still had no time for his wife.
And amidst this all, everyone forgot to ask Amaya, what she wished for life.
Nobody remembered to ask her, why did she keep herself confined inside Paridhi?
All because of a promise she made to herself that nobody knew, not even Mr. Mehta.
When the doctor told her that Arush was born underweight and needed utmost care to survive, Amaya, looking at her feeble son smiling in her lap, promised to herself to dedicate her whole life to Arush.
Amaya was busy with little Arush all the time. For the sake of her only son and his bright future, Amaya decided not to join any company and do a full-time job. Because she wanted to dedicate her time to her son’s upbringing.
And thus, one day, she was left all alone in her Paridhi.
But who knew that life was planning another surprise for her?
Amaya came across another stroke of volatile life.
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Just when the depth of loneliness was making her breathless from within, and she thought she had lost all hope in life, one day, Amaya received a mail.
Dear Amaya Mehta,
Hello from Smiles & Stories. I am Purna Maheshwari, the founder of Smiles & Stories Initiative. We came across the paintings you shared on your social media handle. We tell stories of people from India and bring their daily life moments with paintings. We want you on our team as an artist. If you are interested, please reply to this mail.
Thanks & Regards
Purna Maheshwari
A 23-year-old girl flashed in front of her eyes. A newly married wife who stepped in Paridhi.
But this time, life was calling her to step out of her Paridhi, and she knew what she had to do.
Amaya pressed the reply button.
( Author’s Note:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The name Amaya means Night Rain. The night rain comes on earth when we are asleep. The rain ushers the raindrops on earth, thus giving relief from the scorching heat, and leaves when it dawns. The city feels refreshed after the night rain, the leaves get adorned with the new shade of green, after being drenched in the night rain. But nobody remembers the night rain in the broad daylight.
Paridhi means Limit Or Boundary in English. )
‘This post is written for StorytellersBlogHop FEB 2021 by Ujjwal (https://mywordsmywisdom.com) & MeenalSonal (www.auraofthoughts.com)’.
The Blissful Storyteller 
42 responses to “Drenched in the night rain”
Such a beautiful positive story Swarnali!
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Thank you so much Harshita 🙂
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Swarnali how thoughtfully you’ve worked on the names in the story. I am so impressed with this minute detailing. Beautiful story.
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Thank you so much Sonia. This means a lot to me 😇💛
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Isn’t this the story of most women out there!! So true, so believable. It was so nice that at last Amaya got something for herself.
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Yes. We should do something for ourselves always. Thanks for reading, means a lot 🙂
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Heartwarming story. A woman’s sacrifice as a wife and mother is relentless and unnoticed. Am glad she took the chance life offered her. Better late than never.
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Thank you so much for reading. Means a lot 🙂
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Lovely names and explanation, Swarnali.
Glad that the story ends on a happy note.
Many women have to face challenges like what Amaya had to go through. Great that she grabbed the opportunity!
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Thank you so much Anita. Yes I wanted to end the story on a happy note as I have seen many women couldn’t get the chance. Thanks for reading, means much!
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Such an inspiring story!
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Thank you
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Thats a story of a woman who find their life in others, now that Amaya has to love herself and look at her choices. Really liked the names of the characters.
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Thank you so much for reading, Meenal Sonal. This means much! Grateful to you for organizing this amazing blog hop and considering my participation. Gratitude 😇
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Sawrnali I love reading your work. This is again a story full of hope. I will also wait for my email now.
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Thanks for reading Neha. Sending you lots of good vibes. Do let me know when the email comes. Best wishes friend. 💐
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I loved how the names were true to the characters you represented! This story is so relatable. Amaya rose above her challenges and that’s what matters!
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Swarnali I liked the way how you expressed life goes unnoticed. To value people, we are never thought. Swarnali you have a way with words. Names, the night rain all were put so well through your words.
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Thank you so much dear Siva. Means a lot 💛
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Most welcome dear🤗
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As usual your words are endearing. What a thoughtful write up. Loved it Swarnali
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Thanks for reading Sreeparna 💛
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Life is totally unpredictable. When you plan, things come out differently and when you sit quietly, surprises surround you.
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Yes Geethica. This is life. Thanks for stopping by 💛
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I am amazed with the detailed story telling , Swarna! The twists & turns have been so well portrayed in the story. I am so happy for Amaya that she got a second chance in life. Lovely write up !
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Thank you so much dear. Means a lot to me. 💛
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My pleasure 🥰
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Your story is filled with positivity. As one might say light in the end of the tunnel. The names you have chosen has enough depth.
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Thanks for stopping by💛
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Swarnali! Change Amaya to Varsha and it’s me! Even my son’s name is Arush! But know what, I didn’t make the mistake she did. I’m glad that I have an independent existence that’s related but cut off from my family.
Stepping out from Paridhi is the best thing for her. Little late, but she’s on the right path of finding herself. Beautiful story!
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Wow, what a sweet coincidence! This brought smile to my face. Even there are similarities in the names! How wonderful😍 I am very glad that you have your own identity, Varsha. Much love ❤
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Good that amaya found a new lease of life. I agree many women have their life around their children but once the children grow up they are left with empty homes and no dreams.
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Women often leave their desires on the backseat but I’m so glad Amaya got another chance to let her wings open so she could fly!
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Yes, Noor. We often forget about our own wish list. But we should celebrate ourselves too. Thanks for reading. Means a lot💛
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Hello, liked the way you made the names meaningful…The writing took it to the next level… continue your good work to amaze the world around you..
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Thanks for reading Sreevas. Means much!
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I am a fan of you! I love the way you make us involve in your write ups. I feel so connected when i read you. This is so amazing to see we getting an other chance at life and making it to the fullest!
you have taken it to the other level!
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Thank you so much Sadvika. Your feedback made my day! Even I feel connected while reading you. Much love ❤
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Great narration. The flow of the story is amazing.
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Thank you
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This brings hope in me and many more mothers who dedicated their life for their children. I loved the story, it’s refreshing, and beaming with hope.🙂
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