A dejected life- Part one
As I have passed my days I never expected such a situation like this. It was the most painful incident I have ever heard.
I went to the garment factory to an interview for my project. Her name was Saku who was 21 years old. I saw her with a thin body which has covered with full of sorrows in her face. I followed her for few hours. She went to the canteen to eat something, but she came back with empty hands. She went to the water sink and drank a cup of water. It was hard to move among the huge men and women in the canteen. She tried to go away from them near the water sink. She came to the corridor of the canteen. Looked right side and left side. Suddenly, I recognized that something has come to her mind. She went lastly to the work place and sat in front of the Juki machine. She started to do the same thing again and again. What is the same thing? She was sewing the clothes to export from a first class garment factory in Sri Lanka.
Without any food, from a cup of water she is trying to tight her life. A tear came out of her eyes and fell down on the cloth.
“What the hell is this? These are not napkins or serviettes to swipe out your tears. These are the clothes for developed countries people. So, do your job. Stop wetting the cloths.”
She felt that she fell down from her situation deeper. What can she does? She felt that there’s nothing to do instead of doing whatever the high positions are saying.
She tried to consider her thoughts in a position to do her job well. Though she was doing her job, I saw that there is a something in her mind which is screaming. I was analyzing what is that.
I will tell the rest of the situation from my next journal entry.