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All Work, No play, makes Choden a divorcee

Choden is a mother of a one year old daughter. She lost the real life just when she thought it was beginning. She blame herself for the failed marriage because she couldn’t workout the choices she was offered. Now she is worried about the brunt her daughter has to face having to grow up with fatherless child though born to legitimate parents. Her work came between and neither could she refuse.

From her high school, Choden wanted to become a journalist. The charm of having to meet different people on her hunt for news coverage, the name which came printed on the paper in every issue gave her the satisfaction of the work done. But listening to the sad stories of those unfortunate in life and being able to bring them in limelight was her utmost fulfillment. The profession fitted the principle in her life, “charity with work”. The sprouting of many private newspapers lately gave an opportune avenue for her insatiable quest for writing.

It was during one of these numerous interviews for the news that she met him. It was supposed to be nothing more than the usual interview between the reporter and the spokesperson. But something in him attracted her; the tone of him answering her questions conveyed his interest too. That interview on one spring morning traversed it all the way. They shared the contact numbers and mail addresses incase she has to get back to him to substantiate the reports. That served all the purposes for paving the way ahead. After a week of the interview, they were calling and writing to pour out their hearts finally to get married.

Everything was going on well as envisaged. They took turn for the cooking, laundry and house keeping. After few months of their marriage, the doctor confirmed it and they were expecting someone new to the family. Nothing could have been more appropriate to seal their fate together. He kept pressing his ears to ever bulging stomach talking to someone on the way. They both shared the tears of joy the time their beautiful girl was born.

But it brought additional workload to their already bogged down life. They had to divide time between work and family judiciously. Though they still loved dearly each other, they now had less and less time for each other often claiming that their workload didn’t permit them to show it out. He was the one taking up everything that is required for family business running. For Choden, she would remain mostly engaged with the work because she kept racing against the time. She has to meet the deadline of four articles a week, so she worked into excruciating late night hours. The excessive smoking and drinking which she reserves saying it helps weary mind added fuel to fire.

Choden would be gone early in the morning to catch up the opening ceremony, meeting, workshop, seminar or some activities worthy of covering or if not she is running after the information source for her latest article. That would take her the whole day with the time in her office included. She would often return late and even if she made it bit early, she brought home her work. She remained glued to her laptop, writing about Prime Minister, Democracy, political parties and almost everything. She worked even on weekend with little or no time for herself and family. Her husband and kid forgot her existence in a short while. No joke because this is one profession that demands your attention and time round the clock.

He suggested working the way out but of no progress rather the tension at home kept burgeoning. The idea of putting the maid to solve the problem didn’t excite both of them. The maid, people say ain’t too good for the upbringing of the child with the concept that, ‘no one can substitute mother’. So, when they failed time and again to come up with anything tangible for the problem, they resorted to the last option to do away the difference.

They parted or divorced, better for both but not at all good for their little beautiful daughter.

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