I am Priya Malik, resident of Patna. When I was 5 years old, my mother (I used to call aunt as mother) died of burns. I was so shocked by his death that I went into shock. Began silent. Then took care of himself, strengthened and took heart from music. Today, I roam around the country singing songs and bhajans. Bhojpuri-Mauthili all. Millions of people like me on social media.
It hasn't been all that easy though. It has been a very difficult journey. Let me tell you my story…
My father used to run a coaching center and my mother used to work as a beautician. Both were very busy with their work. I was four years old when Bapu's (uncle) got married, the shehnai rang, the younger mother came to the house. We had a joint family.
Little mother would prepare me for school, send me to school. Waiting for me at the gate in the full afternoon. After reaching my house, both used to eat food in one plate only. She used to feed me bird, myna, parrot, crow by speaking. We used to play lukan hide and seek as well.
Nani used to stay near our house. We often used to go to his house. One day the grandmother went here with the mother, but that day we all came home early. Someone called to call us. When he reached home, he saw that the little mother was not there.
The younger mother did not appear at home even the next day and the next day also. When I started crying, the mother said that the younger mother has gone to her maternal home. I stopped eating and drinking, went to school and even stopped playing with the children in the street. Day by day I kept quiet. Then the father told that the younger mother has gone to God. I thought he would have to come back from there. I kept waiting for her, but she was already dead.
I used to call my aunt as mother. After his death, I got the responsibility of taking care of the younger brother, because my parents were busy with their work.
I used to call my aunt as mother. After his death, I got the responsibility of taking care of the younger brother, because my parents were busy with their work.
Actually the younger mother had died due to burning in the kitchen. She was doing some work on the gas that suddenly her sari caught fire. In panic, he had a heart attack. There was no one at home at that time. He was taken to the hospital, but his life could not be saved.
After that I started to be very calm. She didn't go anywhere or talk to anyone. Seeing my condition, my parents and aunt started worrying. After this I was sent to Mumbai with my aunt. Aunt was very nice. Gave lots of love and affection. I went crazy seeing the big buildings and malls of Mumbai.
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When I saw the escalator for the first time, I felt that there are stairs in the world. My cousin Janie Didi got me a lot of Barbie dolls and Shaka Laka Boom-Boom pencils, scented rubber and stationery items. Slowly everything started getting better. I started forgetting little mother, but sometimes I would cry at night. Then came my birthday.
When I started crying again, my uncle took me for a walk in Juhu beach. I was surprised that hey Baba, such a big pond? Fufa said yes such a big pond, I asked where did the water come from? Fufa said that after digging the pond, I brought water from Patna through a helicopter and I give you water every day. I asked, whose pond is this? So the uncle said that oh it is yours.
For many years I felt that Juhu Beach was mine. Actually I did not drink water from aunt's house in Mumbai, so uncle would bring water in a bottle from outside and say that I have brought this water from Patna. Even bua put me in dance class to get me out of depression. After two years I came back to Patna, because I used to miss my mother a lot.
The aunt had told the father not to get rid of Priya's dance. Papa's business, mother's parlor and I had to take care of my brother Hannu, who is five years younger than me. Milking her, cleaning her potty, bathing her, washing her, feeding Cerelac. First, I went into depression due to the sudden death of my younger mother, then lived in Mumbai for two years without my parents and brought up my brother when I came back. Meanwhile, my father had started my dance classes again. I started learning Kathak.
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