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Some Veiled Eager Beavers

"Why did you make her cry? Now just wait until I get home, I'll put you in the right state of your mind..... Just wait until I reach home!! Why do you have the might to fight with everyone? Let me get back..."  Alina ended the call furiously with these words, sat back in her chair, waited for a while, and then picked her phone again to make a call; this time it was her husband. She informed her husband of the dispute at home and requested him to head back home as soon as he can, to solve the matter.

Alina was a mother of three kids and was working in a private school for the sake of her children's education and welfare. She had a deplorable experience from her first marriage which unfortunately ended in divorce. After divorce, it has been quite a labor for her to take care of herself and the children all alone, as the desi culture in our country would always have their claws sharp and fingers held in suspicion towards all the women who are separated or divorced. With all the life ahead of her and the kids to take care of, Alina finally took a decision to remarry. But this time, the decision was quite difficult to make as this time she wasn't only putting her future at stake, but her children's too.

It appeared to be a decision well thought, however, there were some limitations to it. Alina had to work to afford the expenses of her children's education. Her husband although, very affectionate, considerate, and accomodating, yet couldn't accept to afford the education of Alina's kids, which eventually had her working vigorously as a teacher. The job, as it seems wasn't so easy, her workload wasn't limited to teaching students at school or taking some classes at school, it, in fact, turned into a 24/7 job for her. She had to work at school and then go back and take care of never-ending chores at home: cooking, cleaning, laundry, doing the dishes, and whatnot, yet she is standing tall and strong to give the best of this world to her small world: her kids. 

Finally, after the call when Alina put her phone down and took a sigh of relief and grief at once. Conspicuously, she seemed tired and exhausted of all the endeavors, and of all her attempts to do the best, to survive. Incontrovertibly she was a survivor, an unsung hero, a veiled eager beaver, one whose efforts weren't acknowledged, yet without any appreciation and acknowledgment, the beaver was rapt to take all the toil for her kids. She was an embodiment of courage, an effigy of determination and affection.

I just took a minute forward to have the situation turned back to normal, by talking about random stuff, random authors, school routine, and few gossips, however, I couldn't shake the thought off my mind that, "After all these efforts and struggles, does this eager beaver have any incentive to continue the hard work?", " Why is it so difficult for all those beavers out there to have a normal life after separation?" , " Do we ever take a stand and appreciate the efforts made by these veiled beavers?" 

The beaver needs time too, it needs appreciation, love, affection, and care to keep going. There would be many such eager beavers around you, in your friend's circle, in your neighbors, in your house, striving every day to give you the best life. Take a step ahead to appreciate all their efforts, a silent prayer, a word of gratitude, a token of LOVE. 

Extending my heartfelt gratitude and regards to all the EAGER BEAVER, who are working day and night to make this world a better place for us.

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