Last Updated on August 16, 2025 by Muhammad Ali
Some stories stick with you long after you’ve heard them. Barish Me Sone Wala Sasural is one such story that brings together mystery, emotion, and real-life struggles under the shadow of pouring rain. This blog post walks through that tale—of Mamta, her odd marital home, family drama, a buried secret, and the enduring spirit to seek justice and hope.
Mamta’s New Life Begins
Imagine the first step into your new home. Excitement, nerves, hope—the entire future shining ahead. Mamta entered her in-laws’ house after marriage, only to freeze in shock. The house had sturdy walls and roomy spaces with plenty of beds, cupboards, and a bright kitchen. But there was one strange thing that she just couldn’t ignore. The house had no roof at all.
The Tradition of No Roof (Tale of Rain)
Mamta’s confusion grew as everyone else acted like this was normal. She was told, “This is our family tradition.” It felt senseless, yet she said nothing, bound by the weight of “custom.”
Inside the home were:
- Spacious rooms
- Comfortable beds
- Strong cupboards
- A well-built kitchen
But above it all, only open sky.
Meet the In-Laws
Mamta’s new family included her husband Vikram, her mother-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law. The eldest daughter-in-law had passed away some years ago, a shadow that seemed to linger in every corner.
Mamta’s Trouble in the Kitchen
Mamta’s trouble started on the very first cooking ritual. Standing in the kitchen as a new bride, the sun hit her directly. There was no shade, no escape. The heat became unbearable. Sweat poured as the flames from both the stove and sky made her dizzy. She fainted right there.
Her new family crowded around—“These modern girls are so delicate!” one mocked. Another told her sister-in-law, “Pour a bucket of water on her, she’ll come to her senses and get back to work.” Mamta struggled to regain her strength, her spirit bruised by their harsh words. She somehow finished cooking, but every bite carried a taste of loneliness.
Rain on the Wedding Night
As night fell, the house filled with the chatter of rain. On Mamta and Vikram’s wedding night, dark clouds gathered without warning. The skies opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour. Water soaked their bedding, their belongings—nothing was safe.
Mamta dashed outside, desperate for shelter. She hid under a neighbor’s porch, shivering as the rain whipped around her.
Abuse and Trauma by In-Laws
“Shameless woman! Can’t stand heat or rain. Now you’re hiding outside at someone else’s house? These kinds of women need to be beaten with a belt!”
“I’ll fetch the belt, let’s see if she doesn’t learn her lesson!”
Mamta’s heart pounded. The real storm wasn’t over her head; it was inside this house.
Forced to Sleep in the Rain
Her in-laws dragged her inside the roofless house, dismissing her fear and pain. That night, everyone huddled in their wet beds as the rain poured down. Mamta just sat there, unable to sleep, her mind spinning with fear and loneliness. Time crawled till morning light.
The Search for Truth: Why No Roof?
After her family left one afternoon, Mamta decided she needed answers. “Does no other house in the village have a roof?” she wondered. She gathered courage and stopped a few local women passing by.
- They listened to her suspicion.
- They told her that her in-laws had tried many times to build a roof, but it always collapsed.
- Engineers, masons, even spiritual healers had all failed.
- The problem started only after the eldest daughter-in-law passed away.
- No other house in the village had this trouble.
The women left in a hurry, warning her to be careful.
The Secret of the Roof and the Restless Spirit
From that moment, Mamta’s questions only grew. Why did the roof keep falling? What happened after her sister-in-law died? She realized there was more to this story—a hidden pain.
This was the root of the family’s daily struggle—a secret kept alive by silence.
Mamta’s Daily Suffering
Mamta was blamed for every little thing. Whenever she cooked, some family member grumbled about her food. When they came home drunk, they picked fights.
- Repeated insults about her cooking.
- Locked in a room and beaten.
- No one stood up for her, not even her husband.
Each day turned into survival.
The Pain of Each Day: Scorching Sun and Relentless Rain
Every day Mamta felt weaker. The heat left her unconscious during the day. At night, her soaked clothes and cold floors offered no comfort. Her body grew tired, her spirit threatened to break.
Hunting for Answers: The Hidden Diary
One day, while her in-laws were gone, Mamta searched every corner of the house. In an old, dusty room, she found a battered diary hidden away.
“My soul won’t find peace until justice is done. If anyone tortures the daughters-in-law, the roof won’t stay. Each injustice brings stronger storms. Only real change will end the curse.”
The Sister-in-Law’s Unheard Story
Mamta read on, heart pounding. The diary belonged to her late sister-in-law. She too had suffered, tortured by the same family, until she couldn’t take it any longer. She hid this secret, and then took her own life—a choice that changed the fate of the house.
Mamta’s Stand: Breaking the Silence
That night, as another storm hit, Mamta ran for shelter. Vikram tried to hit her, but this time she caught his hand.
“I’ve had enough. No more. Your cruelty ends today!”
As the words left her mouth, the rain stopped, just as the diary said. Mamta realized that the curse could be broken if only she had the courage to speak up.
Tying Up the Past and Building a Future
The next day, Mamta did the unthinkable. She tied her in-laws up and brought in masons to build a new roof. The workers warned her—“This roof either stays up, or it will come crashing down on your family.”
- Mamta arranged the workers.
- Gathering materials, they started building.
- The in-laws begged for forgiveness, promising to change.
- Mamta stayed strong, refusing to stop the work.
The Roof Stays: A New Beginning
The roof was finally built. For the first time in years, it held up against the swelling winds and heavy rain. The in-laws wept, pledging to end their cruel ways and never touch alcohol again.
“The roof stayed. Peace returned to the house.”
The Spirit’s Final Warning
As the skies cleared, the spirit of the eldest daughter-in-law appeared. She said, “Your change has brought me peace. But remember—should another woman face torment here, the roof will fall again.” With that, the spirit vanished, leaving everyone with a warning that echoed in their hearts.
A Home Filled with Joy
From then on, the family turned a new leaf. Laughter returned to the rooms. Mamta found acceptance and warmth. Love replaced fear, and every night beneath the new roof felt like a blessing.
Monsoon in Mumbai: Sumitra’s Struggle Begins
Mumbai’s monsoon doesn’t ask before arriving. It sweeps into old neighborhoods, testing every wall, every heart. Sumitra lived with her two children, her husband Ghanshyam, and her aging in-laws in a crowded old settlement. Money was always tight, and the future foggy.
Family Troubles and Ghanshyam’s Bad Habits
- Ghanshyam’s drinking and gambling drained the little money the family had.
- Sumitra couldn’t say no when he demanded cash.
- The family’s needs—medicine, food, shelter—often went unmet.
Every day felt like walking a tightrope.
Hunger and the Daily Fight
Children’s stomachs rumble louder than thunder. Bunty brought bread from the shop while Sumitra stretched a cup of milk for tea. She watched her kids eat, her mind racing over expenses and the day ahead.
Flooded Nights and Midnight Fear
That night, the rain lashed their tin roof. Water crept in, filling the house. Half asleep, Sumitra woke her family. “Grab the kids! It’s flooding!” Ghanshyam, passed out on the porch, woke to rain in his face. The roof collapsed just as he scrambled to his feet.
Racing Against the Flood: Rescue in Action
As panic set in, the family made their way onto the street, now a running river. Bridges were washed out, people stranded everywhere. Ghanshyam remembered his friend Madan had a boat. He braved the water, but Madan had filled the boat with his own family and refused help.
Stunned but determined, Ghanshyam grabbed his family’s hands, pressing forward.
Steps to Rescue:
- The family linked hands and moved toward a rope bridge.
- Rescue teams guided people over the water, one at a time.
- A helicopter arrived to lift survivors to safety.
It felt like a dream, but the rescue teams brought everyone to a safe camp.
Homeless, Yet Hopeful
Sumitra gazed at her lost home, heart heavy. The old settlement was gone. Ghanshyam, humbled by disaster and betrayal, promised a fresh start. He would quit gambling and drinking, find a job, and work for his family’s comfort.
A Fresh Start After the Storm
The rains finally stopped. With hard work, Ghanshyam found work and rented a small room. The struggle wasn’t over—but life was moving forward, slowly, one day at a time.
“Life is like this rain. It sometimes drowns us, but the sun always comes back. Never give up hope, no matter how heavy the clouds.”
Lessons from Barish Me Sone Wala Sasural
Every storm holds a lesson. The stories of Mamta and Sumitra show us these truths:
- Stand up to injustice, even when it feels impossible.
- Empathy and unity in families matter more than old customs.
- Hard times and betrayal teach us to rely on ourselves.
- Hope can find a way, if we’re brave enough to look for it.
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