Beman Bidhata – Part 2
Parikshit Halder stood alone on the empty road, the night sky above him unusually silent. The wind brushed past his face, but it carried no comfort—only a reminder of how lonely his journey had become. Life had not just tested him; it had broken him piece by piece.
After completing his science studies with hope and determination, Parikshit had dreamt of a stable job, a peaceful life, and a chance to make his family proud. But fate had different plans. One rejection after another slowly drained his confidence. Interviews that seemed promising ended in silence. Opportunities slipped away just when they felt within reach.
Yet, the deepest wound wasn't failure—it was betrayal.
The people he trusted the most slowly distanced themselves. Friends who once stood beside him disappeared when he needed them. Relatives who once praised him began to question his worth. Even society, which once called him "talented," now labeled him "unlucky."
One evening, sitting beside a dim lamp in his small room, Parikshit whispered to himself,
"Why me? What wrong did I do?"
There was no answer—only silence.
Days turned into months. Financial struggles tightened their grip. At times, he skipped meals so his family wouldn't have to. His parents never complained, but their tired eyes said everything. That silent pain hurt him more than anything else.
Still, something inside him refused to give up completely.
One day, while scrolling through his old notebook, he came across something he had almost forgotten—his writings. Stories, thoughts, emotions he had poured onto paper during his hardest days. Reading them again, he realized something powerful:
Even when life was unfair, his words had never betrayed him.
That night, a small spark ignited in his heart.
"What if this is my path?" he thought.
He started writing again—not for fame, not for money, but to express the pain that had been buried inside him for so long. Every word he wrote carried his struggles, his tears, his silent screams. Slowly, those words began to connect with people.
A few readers appreciated his work. Some even said,
"Your story feels like my life."
For the first time in a long while, Parikshit felt seen.
But life didn't suddenly become easy.
There were still hardships. There were still days when doubt returned like a storm. Sometimes he questioned whether writing would ever change his situation. Sometimes he felt like giving up again.
But this time, something was different.
He had found a reason to keep going.
Even if the world didn't understand him, his words did. Even if fate continued to test him, he would no longer stay silent.
Standing under the same night sky, Parikshit looked up again—but this time, his eyes carried a different emotion.
Not helplessness.
Determination.
"Bidhata may be unfair," he said softly, "but I won't stop fighting."
And for the first time, it didn't feel like a complaint.
It felt like a promise.
Author Thought – Parikshit Halder (20 words):
Life may betray us endlessly, but hidden strength grows within pain, guiding us toward purpose, hope, and a new beginning.