Five Hundred Rupee Note ( 2 min read)


Sometimes all you should be is selfish. All you have to do is train your mind to think about yourself. Not others. About your dream. Not others’. About walking your own path, not the one paved by others.

I was eighteen when I was married off. I was a matriculate. I had come third in my class. I thought this would change my parents’ mind. No, it didn’t. My grandmother, however, had appreciated it. She had tucked a five hundred rupee note into my hand and asked me to run away. It was all she had. Yet I didn’t. How could I hurt my parents?

I was a mother by the time I turned nineteen. The fact that I’d given birth to a girl suddenly changed a lot of things. Respect, love, attention, care – all were snatched away from me and my daughter out of the blue. She was too small to fathom why and I was too scared to accept it. And stand against it. How could I let my husband down?

Eighteen years passed. She grew up into a girl I could only be proud of. Nobody else saw in her, what I did – a spark which had the intensity to turn into an inferno. Probably this is exactly what my grandmother had seen in me.

But her destiny was written with the same words as mine. It would be no different, I knew. I begged everybody to let her live the life she deserved. But they paid no heed. Who listens to a voice which has been mute for decades, right?

But surprisingly this time I wasn’t scared. I realized I’d sold myself out completely. I’d nothing left to lose. But my daughter had. It was time to tear off the pages her destiny was written on. It was time for her to write it herself.

I knew what we were going to do would break a lot of hearts. It would let everybody, who claimed to be our well-wisher, down. But this would also mean that my daughter would walk her own path with her head held high.

I took my grandmother’s five hundred rupee note, some jewelries and clothes. We grabbed each other’s hands and ventured out for the journey we could call our own.

Written by Chirasree Bose


      1. I was about to say the same thing… technical flaw otherwise beautiful…maybe you should switch 500 note with a gold chain. It’s value won’t depreciate over generations and jewelry is all elderly woman had as an asset. – 24 K freedom
        Beautiful otherwise.

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      2. thank you so much 😊 I remembered it but I actually didn’t want to take this into consideration while writing the piece. But now that you mention it, golden chain sounds beautiful. ☺️

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      3. You are welcome Sree 😊. I wouldn’t have mentioned otherwise but demonetisation has been such a prominent event that it takes the focus away from the emotions your story wants to create. That’s why I suggested to remove this distraction, it’s perfect otherwise πŸ’•

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  1. You did a good job of character development with the main character here. It was nice to see her grow. I had the same issues with the Rs.500 note as Maya (the gold chain was a good suggestion), and that was a little distracting. I would also have liked to see a stronger link to the photo prompt — it felt like you were alluding to it, but you didn’t really engage with it.

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    1. Thanks a lot😊 However the 500 rupee note was more of blessing than a piece of paper that could help them survive.


  2. Everything about this was so believable – except that 500 rupee note, but I think that’s been well covered. πŸ™‚ It honestly wasn’t until the comments that I remembered this was fiction. This has such a strong, believable perspective, and it feels like a complete story.

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