My Life, my story!(The Beginning )

NEW YORK! Dream place of many- the land of dollars! Well, I am here but neither did I ever dream of this place nor did the green notes lure me here. I believe its my destiny that drove me from the frying pan into the fire.
How I ever landed in this place so faraway even for my uneducated mind to fathom is a story that is born from the unknown swerving life's ride took. Before I tell you my life here, I need to tell you how I got here in the first place and even before that I ought to tell you where the tussle with this absurd fate began from.
Third born and the only daughter in a family of a drunkard could have been a livable situation if only my mom had not chosen the wrong timing to make her exit out of our lives. My two elder brothers were away in the land where our Dzong was while I witnessed the final closing breath of our petite(yet!who had weathered the worst with my drunkard father) mother. My frail one year old brother wailed in my tiny arms as if he knew he had to make that loud wailing sound like the time he made his entry into the world. He took a second birth on that day with that same loud wailing, only this time I was to be the mother and not his Seven years old sister.
It never bothered my father that the woman who kept the embers of his home burning was gone forever. He continued drinking as if his whole existence depended on the daily dose of booze. It was on the seventh day of my mother's death ritual, some of our neighbors came with more bottles for my father to gulp down.
Am Lhamo, the rich lady who lived in the gigantic two story house about two acres of maize away from us looked at me with pity filled eyes. That look gave me the courage to touch her feet and I literally begged her for some kind of work in her household.She glanced at the tiny life bundled up on my back and I knew what she was thinking. "Am Lhamo, I need no money for the work,just give us food and shelter," I begged holding my li'l brother knowing he was my responsibility.
With my li'l one I left my mother's soul (if she was in that house at all) and went to live with Am Lhamo. But the kind-eyed Am Lhamo too seemed to have left her soul with my mother's death ritual. She gave me the dark corner of her kitchen to make a tiny nest for the two of us. However I was thankful to the maize flour that she provided the two of us for our meals. The coarse maize flour eroded the tiny esophagus of my li'l one but atleast he had something going into his tiny tummy.
I raced with the cockerel to get up in the morning and went to bed when the last of the owl hooted. My ever hungry for some other meal than maize flour brother didn't ease my condition. Strapped on my back from dawn till dusk, I knew he longed to be set free on the ground sometimes but that would only mean more hours of chores for me so I thought it best to keep him strapped.
The tendons in my neck wanted to stretch from being curved and bent over the chores in the house ranging from winnowing the cereals;milking the cows; sweeping the dusts from all the rooms in the big house and not to forget the tiny life adding weight on my spine.
How a little girl like me could perform all these tasks does sound kind of a hard to believe tale. But add a dead mother plus a drunkard father who forgets you even exist and a dilapidated shanty bamboo mat of a house. This addition equals to the miraculous strength that one can muster to work for a lady who means business when it comes to feeding two extra mouth in her household.
Two strenuous labor-filled years later, I was summoned to the front courtyard of Am Lhamo's house. At first I thought it was a dream. My father had never looked this sober and nor did he look this youthful. Upon staring at the figure who stood tall infront of my eyes, I realised it was my eldest brother. "Ausa, I've come to get the two of you."
I darted to the cowshed. Was it a hallucination?Was I being liberated?Were all my past life's sins washed in two years of hard labor? Had my ill-fated destiny taken a ride away from me?

(to be continued....)