A happy reality, A sweet memory and A nightmare
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She had always shied away from the yellow metal, but today was different. A golden statement piece was draped around her neck, a gift from her dear father blended well with the outfit she chose to wear today. She had mopped and vacuumed every nook and corner and as she lit the bakhoor, she recalled how her mother never failed to light it whenever they had special visitors.
The special ones today, were her parents. Today, as she made her father's favorite 'karele ki sabzi' she recalled how she had hated it and had promised herself, years earlier that she would never set sight on it,once she left home. Over the years it had made its place as the most favoured one, in her kitchen. Not that she had come to terms with its extremely bitter taste, but only because the memory of her father's twinkling eyes took took away much of the bitterness from it.
The door bell rang and her parents were home. Seeing him and her family together, she only wished to be frozen in the sweetness of the moment forever.
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The tree of memories whose roots arose from within the depths of her heart would never stop growing, not for a single moment. Her husband had died twenty two years ago. He was an agriculturist by profession and he also loved nurturing seeds of happiness in the hearts of everyone he came across.
The backyard of her son's house was fifty shades of green with number of trees he had planted. He was gone but the trees made sure to tell his stories forever.
Reminiscing the most beautiful of memories she had lived, she told her granddaughter,"Seek him, who will let you balance your time between him and your family, the man who doesn't become so selfish in his love that he forgets the duties that you owe towards your family. That is the man, my dear baby, whose love you will always treasure."
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Caged in the monster's house whose name she feared attaching with her unborn, was desperate for some kind of relief. He had painted her body with scars of all kinds but the scars etched over her soul were far worse.
With the stretch marks getting more and more prominent everyday, she hoped the scars would slowly fade away, even the ones marked on her soul.
Today morning as he threw the scalding tea over her pregnant body, she wondered if things would ever change, but the words that came out next -the choice, to choose between him and her family strengthened her resolve to make an immediate exit. An exit which was long impending, and which had been imprinted on her marriage since day one. But only now, she had found her strength.
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She had always shied away from the yellow metal, but today was different. A golden statement piece was draped around her neck, a gift from her dear father blended well with the outfit she chose to wear today. She had mopped and vacuumed every nook and corner and as she lit the bakhoor, she recalled how her mother never failed to light it whenever they had special visitors.
The special ones today, were her parents. Today, as she made her father's favorite 'karele ki sabzi' she recalled how she had hated it and had promised herself, years earlier that she would never set sight on it,once she left home. Over the years it had made its place as the most favoured one, in her kitchen. Not that she had come to terms with its extremely bitter taste, but only because the memory of her father's twinkling eyes took took away much of the bitterness from it.
The door bell rang and her parents were home. Seeing him and her family together, she only wished to be frozen in the sweetness of the moment forever.
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The tree of memories whose roots arose from within the depths of her heart would never stop growing, not for a single moment. Her husband had died twenty two years ago. He was an agriculturist by profession and he also loved nurturing seeds of happiness in the hearts of everyone he came across.
The backyard of her son's house was fifty shades of green with number of trees he had planted. He was gone but the trees made sure to tell his stories forever.
Reminiscing the most beautiful of memories she had lived, she told her granddaughter,"Seek him, who will let you balance your time between him and your family, the man who doesn't become so selfish in his love that he forgets the duties that you owe towards your family. That is the man, my dear baby, whose love you will always treasure."
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Caged in the monster's house whose name she feared attaching with her unborn, was desperate for some kind of relief. He had painted her body with scars of all kinds but the scars etched over her soul were far worse.
With the stretch marks getting more and more prominent everyday, she hoped the scars would slowly fade away, even the ones marked on her soul.
Today morning as he threw the scalding tea over her pregnant body, she wondered if things would ever change, but the words that came out next -the choice, to choose between him and her family strengthened her resolve to make an immediate exit. An exit which was long impending, and which had been imprinted on her marriage since day one. But only now, she had found her strength.
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