I am Tayamma from Jeenoor village,
Manvi Taluka Raichur District. Two years back, I lost my husband. He
was a farmer. We used to grow cottan. Everything was going well. He
was a wonderful husband and a very loving father. We had four kids,
lakshmani, Praksh, Rudhramani and Verupaksha. We were happy in our
small world. We were not rich, but whatever we earned was enough to
keep all of us content and happy.
Then one year the merciless drought hit our village. We had enough
to sustain that year. But then this became a routine for the next
two years too. The 1.5 acres land that we had hardly gave us a two
quintal of Cotton. This was not enough to even pay for the
investments. My husband decided to work as a laborer in other’s
farms in order to get at least two meals everyday for the family. I
joined him too!
He did whatever he could to make me and the children happy. I don’t
know how he was doing that. The debt was increasing day by day but
he always kept smiling and telling us that he can manage things… he
will manage everything.
But then, two years back, one day all of a sudden, he decided to
give up on this struggle called life. He hanged himself to death!
I did my schooling till just class 3. I was not smart enough to know
how much it costs to feed a family of 4. I did not know that the
cost was much more than my husband’s life. By working as farm
labourers, we both used to earn Rs. 200 a day. Now I earn only Rs.
190. Both my elder sons are physically challenged (disabled) not
able to walk properly. My younger kid goes to Jeenoor primary
school.
Sometimes I feel really angry at my husband. How could he do this?
How could he just go away leaving us here to starve everyday?
Sometimes I too feel like taking the same rope and hanging myself!!
But then, I am a Mother! I can’t make the same mistake and leave my
kids alone in this cruel world like my husband did. In this moment
of struggle and distress Vimukti came to my resue and supporting our
family.
