The Black Bag


Stuthi was mesmerized to see the black bag which was displayed outside that store. She couldn't take her eyes off. She could sense the material and comfort of the bag without even touching it.
"Appa, look at that, how beautiful it is." Stuti told her father pointing towards the bag.

"Hmm, it is indeed beautiful.But we cannot buy it as it is out off our budget." Her father said adjusting his spectacles.

"Why do you need a bag now? Buy it after you get married." Her mother said sternly.

Stuthi kept quiet and started leaving from there but not before glancing at the bag for one last time.
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Stuthi was roaming around the mall with her husband. 
"Look at that bag." Stuthi pointed towards the glass window of the shop where a beautiful black bag was displayed.

"Hmm, it is beautiful." Said her husband.

"Shall we buy it?" Stuthi asked him.

"Why do you need a bag? After all you are just a housewife. It would be helpful for a working woman." Her husband said ignoring the tears forming in her eyes.

She left the mall with a heavy heart.
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Stuthi was counting the money. She was short of 1000rs. She was heartbroken yet again. 

"Amma this is for you." Rahul handed 5000 rupees to Stuthi.

"I don't need this money beta. I earn myself by teaching. Keep it with you." Stuthi said.

"No Amma. This is your right. I never repay you for giving me everything. Today whatever I am its all because of you. So, I want my Amma to be happy always for all the sacrifices which you did for me. I know you have been wishing to buy that black bag since long. Go and fulfill your wish. I don't want my Amma's wishes to remain incomplete." Rahul said kissing Stuthi's hand.

Stuthi was overwhelmed and proud of her son. She was also proud of herself for walking out from the abusive marriage and raising her son alone. Finally she owned the black bag with her own money.

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