The Struggle for Identity

On platform number three in Delhi, a woman named Kavita was hurriedly handing out glasses of tea to customers. Her face was tired, but her hands refused to stop. The tea stall was crowded as usual. Just then, a long train pulled up to the platform. A tall, broad man disembarked. His eyes were confident, his face stern, and his gait brisk. With a bag slung over his shoulder, he glanced around and headed straight for the tea stall.

Kavita looked at him, but his expression remained unchanged, as if she didn’t recognize him. He poured tea into a glass and asked, “Here, have a drink. It’s ₹10.” The man took the glass, but his gaze remained fixed on Kavita. After taking a sip, he said softly, “Kavita, I’m Rohan. Your husband.”

Kavita, staring straight into his eyes without blinking, said, “You’ve mistaken me. I don’t have a husband, and even if I did, I wouldn’t come to the station and prove myself like this.”

Rohan placed the glass on the table and said in a slightly raised voice, “You’re refusing to recognize me. Stop this drama, Kavita. I’ve returned after seven years, as an IPS officer, for you.”

Kavita said loudly, “Seven years? For seven years, I had no idea. No phone calls, no letters. You only remembered me when you donned the uniform. And listen, it’s crowded here. Don’t make a fuss.”

Rohan’s face turned red. He angrily pushed a boy standing nearby and said, “Come with me. I need to talk right now.”

Kavita shook off his hand and said, “I’m not going anywhere. I have work to do, and there’s no time for idle talk during work.”

Rohan looked around. Then he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the crowd to the old waiting room on the edge of the platform. Locking the door from the inside, Rohan said angrily, “There’s no drama now. Tell me, why are you denying this? I’m your husband. You know that. I worked hard for the job, and today, when I’ve returned successful, this is your attitude?”

Kavita replied with a direct challenge in her eyes, “Husband, what proof do you have of your husband? You left without a word seven years ago. Back then, I was selling tea here, hungry and thirsty. One day, you remembered where I was, how I was, and now you suddenly return and say we have to live together? No, Rohan, you’re nothing to me.”

Rohan said through clenched teeth, “You don’t know the value of my hard work. I risked my life. I endured training, postings, everything, just to give you a better life. And you’re saying I’m nothing to you.”

Kavita taunted, “A better life? A life where you’ve been without a trace of your wife for seven years? For you, this is just a victory for your ego.”

Rohan said angrily, “Kavita, if you don’t give up this stubbornness, don’t think I’ll give up. I won’t rest until I accept the truth.”

Kavita replied fearlessly, “So try, Rohan. But remember, I’m not the same woman who came to the station to see you off. Now I stand on my own, and I won’t bow to anyone’s uniform.”

The waiting room door slammed open, and a Railway Police constable stationed there entered. He looked at Rohan and Kavita. Then, hesitating a little, said, “Sir, a crowd is gathering here. People are saying that a woman was forcibly taken inside.”

Rohan glared at him and said, “Do you even know who you’re talking to? I’m IPS Rohan Kumar.”

The constable regained his composure but immediately said, “Sir, no matter what, it’s not right to drag a woman into the station like this. People are making videos with their mobile phones outside.”

Kavita immediately said in front of everyone, “Make a video, take a photo so everyone knows how this man, who claims to be my husband, dragged me through the crowd and is now pressuring me.”

Rohan’s anger flared further. He signaled the constable to leave. But the constable bluntly said, “Sir, this is a woman’s matter. We won’t let the door remain closed without the station master’s permission.”

Kavita, walking towards her cart, said, “I won’t stand here and argue with you anymore. Rohan, do whatever you want to do through the law. I’m not afraid.”

Rohan stopped in front of her. “The law? Okay, listen. I’m going to take this matter to the law. I’ll see how long you can keep this drama going.”

Kavita replied simply, “You’re just pretending. You’re coming back after seven years and thinking that seeing your name and your uniform will convince me. But listen, I’m in charge now and I won’t listen to you.”

Kavita returned to her cart and began making tea, as if nothing had happened. Rohan stood there for a while. His eyes were now filled with anger, along with a strange silence. He slowly walked off the platform without a word. But as he left, he took his mobile phone from his pocket and called someone.

“Yes, it’s me. Come to the station tomorrow morning, bringing two or three more people with you. This matter won’t end here.” As the call ended, he took one last look back at Kavita. She was standing at her cart, serving tea to customers, as if his presence had no effect.

The next morning, the atmosphere at the station was different. At 9:00, Rohan was seen arriving from the platform. This time, he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by two policemen. Their faces were serious. Rohan headed straight for Kavita’s cart. A crowd immediately gathered.

Rohan said loudly, “Kavita, today the verdict will be in front of the crowd. You refuse to recognize me. Fine. But now this isn’t just about you and me. This is a legal matter. I’ll take you to the police station.”

Kavita replied coldly, “Take me. I’m not afraid of anyone. But even there, I’ll say that you’re not my husband. And even if you are, the man who disappeared for seven years has no place in my life anymore.”

Rohan signaled to the policemen. One of them stepped forward and said to Kavita, “Madam, you have to come with us. Creating a ruckus and fighting at the station is wrong.”

Kavita picked up a glass of tea from a cart, slammed it down on the table, and said, “I didn’t cause the commotion. This man did. He’s returned after seven years and is forcefully claiming you’re his wife, and now he wants to use the police to intimidate me. Come on, I’m ready to go to the police station. The truth will come out there.”

The matter escalated as soon as they reached the police station. The SAO made them sit in front of each other. He asked in a serious tone, “Rohan sir, you’re saying this is your wife. But this woman is flatly denying it. Do you have any proof?”

Rohan angrily said, “What proof? Isn’t my name, my record, my training, my files proof? This is my wife, Kavita. Everyone in the village knows. The marriage certificate is at home.”

Kavita immediately replied, “If you have a marriage certificate, bring it. Show it here right now, and if people in the village know, call them. I admit I’m married, but he’s not my husband. My husband didn’t run away. My husband can’t be someone who disappeared for seven years and returned only to show off his uniform.”

The atmosphere in the police station became heavy. The constables and officers all stood silently. The SHO listened to both parties and said sternly, “This is a husband-wife dispute. Rohan sir, you’re an IPS officer. Yet, you abused your position, and Kavita ji, you got angry in front of the crowd. Both of you have to obey the law.”

Rohan got up angrily and slammed the table, saying, “I can’t tolerate my wife refusing to recognize me.”

Kavita angrily replied, “And I can’t tolerate someone using the guise of a uniform to treat me like a slave. If you’re really my husband, prove it legally. If not, then understand that Kavita, the tea seller at the station, will continue to challenge you everywhere.”

The police station fell silent. The SHO ordered both parties to submit written statements and the case to be referred to court.

Rohan left the police station, his eyes now brimming with anger and a pang of defeat. The next day, the court hearing took place. The case between Rohan and Kavita reached the court.

In court, Rohan argued, “I’ve worked hard and I want to be with my wife.”

Kavita replied, “I’ve faced hardships for seven years. I’ve learned to stand on my own feet. I don’t want to live at anyone’s mercy.”

The judge listened to both parties and said, “This matter is very serious. I want both parties to state their views clearly.”

Rohan said, “I want my wife back. I never left her. It’s my responsibility to take care of her.”

Kavita said, “You left me alone for seven years. Now I want to live my life. I don’t want to live with anyone, especially the man who left me.”

The judge said, “You both have to understand that marriage isn’t just a name, it’s a responsibility. If you’re right for each other, you should respect each other.”

After the court hearing, the judge ruled, “No unilateral decision can be made in this matter. Both parties must sit down and discuss and reach a compromise.”

Rohan and Kavita were asked to leave the court. Rohan said, “I want you back, Kavita. Give me a chance.”

Kavita said, “I don’t want a chance, I want respect for my decision. I want to live my life on my own.”

Thus, the case ended in court, but an invisible wall remained between the two. Rohan decided to follow his path, and Kavita decided to live her life her own way.

Friends, this story teaches us how important trust and respect are in relationships. When a person runs away from their responsibilities, they can never find the same love again.

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