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Category: Life

  • “Sufferings has no gender”

    Robin is a boy who has filled his mind with many dreams like others dream of achieving something in their life. He was very concerned about his family and his life. He was from a middle-class family. His parents were very conscious about him; along with two sisters, Robin was the only son. He was younger than his sisters; they always cared for him when he was a small child. His mother was still strict about studies; though she was not educated, she knew the importance of education. Her children also got educated. After the marriage of his sisters, Robin was only left, he was not yet settled in his life, so he continued, after completion of graduation he started preparing for government jobs, his father was also a government official, He was very dedicated for his preparation for the exams, so finally he has given the exams, Robin’s life was smoothly going, but sometimes everything which is meant to happen will happen at any cost, Robin’s father met with an accident. His left leg and backbone got fractured, here is the time which changed his life, no one could take care of his father, his mother health was also not well those days, so he started taking care of his father and mother, he did everything, that was a time where there was a financial crisis in the family, Robin’s was managing his house works, treatment of his father, medical care and also ration for the family. Robin’s father got suspended due to some fake Allegation on him, and he was not getting his monthly salary. Hence, there was no financial support for surviving the family; in this critical situation, he got his joining letter, he got the job in Indian Railways, when he saw this he was so happy, his dream of getting a career in the government sector was fulfilled he got posted in Jharkhand which was very far away from his city. His life was twisted now, after thinking for many times he decided to take care of his father and stay at home, he left his dream job which he had got after facing lots of difficulties and failures. He was not able to join for his career because in the situation he was living he can’t leave them and go like this, I think women’s sacrifices men also sacrifice for many things, and many times for their family and Robin left his job to take care of his father. I don’t know why people say these men are stone-hearted? No, not at all; they also care for their family; they also have feelings.Men are strong from the outside but are very soft-hearted. Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is. We know they fall; those tears run dry.Yet they face it all.They’re always expected to be the strongest one. Why? Is that only for men? Men are a beautiful creation of God, who is always considered the strongest one.

    As Shakespeare in his hamlet said that :

    “What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an Angel”. 

    In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

     Robin was happily taking care of his father and mother, Robin’s mother told Robin to get married, though she could not manage household chores, and she thought that Robin would get a companion side by side. He got married to a very good-hearted girl. She started taking care of everything at home, along with Robin’s father and mother and household chores. After marriage, Robin had more responsibilities, but he was trying his best. His love and care for his parents were real. He left his dream job to take care of his parents. I think his parents have the best child; they are fortunate. Man is never so manly as when he feels deeply, acts boldly, and expresses himself with frankness and without fear. As far as people nowadays are saying and are using words like feminism in respect of women, we all know that yes women’s we’re not appropriately treated in the earlier period, so they are now praising women’s are putting her forward for everything. They are standing and achieving in every field of their life, but then Men are also equally important in society. They are also the backbone of a progressing nation. They should also get equal opportunities in every aspect of life. There must be equality for men, too, somewhere in the name of women’s men being sometimes mistreated and given preference first because of being a female. Why? Men are not getting choices why it is so, and I think there should be equal opportunities for each one of us whether they are male or female; there must not be gender discrimination, and also no one should get any preference because of being a female gender, sometimes due to this men are not getting equally treated. Robin, who was facing lots from passing years he tried his best for getting small jobs for surviving in his hometown; he started doing small works his father was on the bed for last four years this was the time when Robin was having a baby boy, his wife was very supportive towards his family.

     One of the deepest feminine pleasures is when a man stands full, present, and uncreative amid his woman’s emotional storms. When he stays current with her and loves her through the layers of wildness and closure, she feels his trustability and can relax. Robin, in this phase of life, altogether needed the mental and emotional support from his wife. Most men claim to desire driven, independent and confident women. Yet when confronted with such a creature, reverence often evolves into resent. Just like women, men also need to be needed. A time came when Robin’s father left the world. Robin was Depressed from this incident. Robin was fully taking care of his mother, who was now not in the proper mentally stable. She had Alzheimer, so she needed more care and support; she could not eat, even she was not able to clean her toilets, Robin used to clean her, and he does all her work. As we know, one of the best things in the world is getting blessings from our parents; Robin’s financial condition was also improving; he was trying his best. Robin was such a great person; as it is said, parents set examples in front of their children. Children always learn from them.

    Again Robin started preparing for more exams side by side with his work, he tried giving attempts, At one shot, he finally succeeded, and he got the job in the government sector again, he got the job of principal in a government primary school, and the happiest thing was in his hometown. He was thinking and remembering his father’s words, which his father always used to tell that he will get better in his life, he deserves the best one, and the best one will come. He had his blessings from his father as support. He was thrilled. Now also he is with his family, his mother is also with him. It is always said that parents are still the strongest, so we need to take care of them; it is always our responsibility to take care of them,I think it is not always women who survive and take care of the family, but men also do. They are also the backbone of the family, the strength, and the support system. Men are also the same as women are; they can also manage everything in the family. They are the support that firmly manages the whole burden of the family on his shoulder. Who tries to stay healthy in every situation. So,Men are also the equal support for the family.

    Author’s note :

    This story revolves around the oblation and the sacrifices of men in our society, it also contains love and devotion of a man towards his family. As we talk about the gender equality, where men are biased in terms of preferences in our society, this story tells us about the sacrifices of men where he left his dream for his parents to take care of his parents, it shows the devotion of men towards his parents.

    This is a stereotype mentality that men never cries, they also cry, they never show there emotions because they stay strong in every situation with patience ,they also feel pain they also need support, they too need love and care. Men put their effort in taking up responsibilities of the family, so it is wrong to say that only women sacrifices for their family, men too sacrifices and sometimes bears pain inside himself and does lots of needy efforts for the survival of his family,Men grew up early and carries the responsibilities of the family, they get maturity before the time. And also it is that men and women are incomplete without each other so, both the gender is equally important.

    In Sankhaya (jiva) states about the inclusion between prakrit and Purush (Male) ,Purusha (puru + usha) means “eastern dawn” signifying the Manifested Brahman or the Creative consciousness that sets in motion the entire creative process with the help of His two aspects. Both Purusha and Prakriti are eternal, indestructible realities. According to Samkhya philosophy Purusha is a Sanskrit term which means spirit, person, self or consciousness in Indian philosophy. In Sankhya it means the principle of spirit or pure consciousness. It represents the male aspect of creation. Purusha is an inactive, unchangeable, universal and eternal entity. 

  • A rose by the window

    A rose by the window

    Nilee is a 13-year-old bright-eyed girl, who loves spending time in the garden in her backyard. She hardly speaks to other people, to the point that they’d think something is wrong with her. She never cares for their opinions nor does she ever try to correct them. For her, her world was of flowers, berries, bushes, plants- and oh yes- the butterflies. 

    Nilee remembers vividly the first time she saw a butterfly in real. It came flying from behind when her father was showing her the lilies that had just blossomed. At first, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Such bright colors yet such delicateness. It sat on her colorful dress thinking it was a flower.  How overjoyed was her father! She remembers vividly. 

    Nilee was playing in her garden when her mom got a phone call on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Her father, a Himalayan Trekker had gone to the mountains, to climb a really difficult summit. It had been 5 days since they had lost contact with the base camp. And now the telephone brought news of an avalanche hitting the climbing route heavily. Nobody could be certain but one thing they all believed, the chances of Nilee seeing her father were not very high. Nilee was tending her roses when the news broke. Everyone thought she wouldn’t grasp what had happened, so young was she. Nilee had understood. 

    Years have passed by. Nilee has now moved with her mother to another house, leaving her home, and her garden behind. They now live on the 7th floor, next to her cousins. She is growing up fast, spending a lot of time studying for exams. If you see her now, happily sitting amongst friends, you wouldn’t recognize the younger, shy Nilee. Her mom, after opening her own bakery, is tending to every need of Nilee. Things have been good for a while and Nilee has big dreams of becoming a commercial pilot.

    From the 7th floor, the sky seems nearer than the ground. Clouds seem more fun than gardens. Future more so than the past. But if you look carefully enough, you’ll find a rose waiting in the window where Nilee sleeps- waiting forever to catch a delicate landing of a butterfly, hoping to rekindle the lost moment of love.

  • “I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore”

    As I woke from a deep sleep, I couldn’t recognize anything including myself. Where am I? Who am I? What happened to me? This room in front of me is something out of my memories. I cannot recall that this luxurious room is mine. I get up too fast. The room is spinning. I run towards the closet to find out anything which can remind me of my identity or where am I. And alas, there is nothing out of space or identifiable. This closet is full of designer clothes, bags, and heels. maybe I am some rich obnoxious girl but why don’t I feel like one? Just when I was going through internal turmoil I heard a knock, I ran towards the bed to avoid talking to whoever is going to enter this room. “Alicia, open the door. It’s been three whole days, how much more “me time” do you need”, I could feel their emphasis on “me time”. This means the gate is locked from the inside but why can’t I remember closing it or having “Mee time” Who am I ? “Alicia, You are scaring me, are you in there?, Do I need to call someone to break this goddamn door”. I replied instantly, “Yeah, I am coming out”. I am not telling them that I don’t remember anything . I finally opened the door and there stood a blonde with the brightest red lipstick to ever exist, her face looked pale , as if she did not get proper food for days, unlike me who looks like properly rested and properly fed. “Ahh! You are alive, get ready you have a meeting with Victor in 10 “. , with that she went away without listening to my reply. 

    I got ready in one of the black T-shirts and blue shorts, and these clothes fitted me perfectly. I went down and there sat a man, a very handsome man in a black suit with a tie, he looked as if he is attending a corporate meeting, maybe he is a lawyer. He looked up at me and I felt small while he looked upon me from my head to toe.  I looked at his face to see if I can remember him. but I couldn’t recognize him. “Hi, Wife”, he said in a mocking tone. Wife, wife, what does he mean by wife? No, he is lying. I have to run, I have to get away from here. ” No, don’t think about running, little darling. He smirked and continued, ” You don’t remember me, But I know you well “, with that he started walking towards me. I couldn’t help but look at my feet, he again mocked and said, “Let the fun begin”, and left me there standing what will he do to me? 

  • “Eternal Echoes: Love Beyond Life”

    “Eternal Echoes: Love Beyond Life”

    Emily and Daniel were inseparable from the moment they met in high school. They had a deep connection and dreamed of a life filled with love, adventure, and shared memories. Emily’s laughter filled the air, while Daniel’s dreams soared high. Emily and Daniel’s love blossomed with each passing day. They dreamed of a life filled with love, adventure, and shared memories.

    Emily and Daniel were unaware of a silent and relentless sickness that had taken root within Emily’s fragile body. Doctors delivered the devastating news that Emily’s days were numbered. Emily’s illness became a constant battle, her strength slowly waning. Daniel stayed by her side, providing unwavering support and love. They clung to each other, cherishing the remaining moments together. Every smile, touch, and whisper of “I love you” carried an indescribable weight of both joy and sorrow.

    Emily’s spirit grew weaker, but Daniel’s love became her pillar of strength. They shared bittersweet conversations about their dreams and unfulfilled plans, which would remain dreams.

    Then, one somber evening, Emily’s fragile body succumbed to the relentless sickness. Surrounded by loved ones, she slipped away peacefully, leaving behind a void that could never be filled. Daniel’s heart shattered into a million pieces as he bid farewell to the love of his life, his soulmate.

    Daniel was grieving the loss of Emily, longing for her touch and laughter. As time passed, he found solace in the memories they had created, the love that would forever reside in his heart. The world continued to turn, carrying within it the echoes of a love story that transcended time – a 21-year-old girl who touched many lives and a boyfriend who loved her fiercely until the very end.

  • The Shattered Canvas

    Here’s a story one needs to write and one needs to hear. Not just a story but part of which is true and a story to many others. I wish those canvases are not broken, the voice that is still loud in her head, the fire that still burns, and the dreams that never died.

    An aspiring artist was full of dreams, motivation and immense talent, and a deep passion for the craft. Most important a self-made artist. She sang and she painted. Her beautiful voice carried pure happiness and her brushes added life to the art. Her big glasses never stopped her from doing what her heart could see. Not just art but great at studies and logic as well. Inspired by what she can create with the nothingness a blank piece of paper to mesmerizing art to admire. Determined, She embarks on her artistic journey, fueled by the belief that she can make a significant impact on the art world. Her love for music grows over time. Buying a new synth with the saved money.

    During the corona period, everyone was locked inside their houses she bloomed with her art, with her paints and music. The golden period where her passion grew with each passing day. Being more skilled and patient. Finding new ways to reach new people by showing her art to the world. She receives positive feedback from peers and family, further fueling her ambition. She started showing her social media presence and connected with many other artists that appreciated each other’s art.

    This social media presence was a great idea where she connected to a social page that organized workshops and exhibitions. The very first time she presented herself as an artist in an offline exhibition boosted her where people from different cities and even from different countries could admire her art and could even buy them.

    Her dream took an unexpected turn when financial constraints force her to prioritize stability over her artistic pursuits. She reluctantly accepts the carrier unrelated to arts, which consumes most of her time and energy, leaving little room for creativity. She even shifted to a different city to pursue her officer examination. Family and societal pressure mount as they view her artistry as an impractical and unstable career choice, urging her to abandon her dreams.

    Now her synth, those canvases, and brushes are dusted and wait for her to rise again. The dreams still wait for her redemption. Between all this chaos, and all this pressure she waits patiently to fuel the fire. She finds solace in knowing that her art has touched the hearts of others and left an indelible mark on the world, despite the setbacks.

    The canvas is shattered, and the synth keys are broken but it’s the artist’s triumph.

  • “Couldn’t have asked more..!”

    Everybody is different  and all of them have different problems, but have you ever wondered why any person is never always happy or have the perfect life..come let’s find out..

    You know when I was a child I had everything a happy life, good friends, a family who would fulfill all my wishes but one thing that was missing was my mental peace which is missing even now but still trying to be better. And I would not let anyone know that because then I thought nobody will understand that and even if I asked myself what I want I would become clueless because whatever I did never made me satisfied and then came a phase when I felt like I am not happy because of other people around me and not because of myself. That was very easy then to blame others but now when I look back I feel why did I made that mistake.  At that time I didn’t even know that how is it going to even get better because other people are not under my control and what should I do to change them, but still I tried everything to make others happy and satisfied with me..but it was still pinching me..then one day I stopped trying and started reacting to what other’s would think and say to me which was even a worse decision.!!

    But now I know why I felt that way then, we always have the tendency of noticing other’s behaviour but  the one important thing we often forget about is, our own mindset. We have to  know that no matter what others say or do it will never impact our life unless and until we allow that to affect us. 

    Looking for a perfect life doesn’t need to be tangible or seen by others, perfection in life comes from within which we choose ourselves. And those who are looking out for a perfect life have to implement this no matter what, because the only thing we can do is to manage how we choose to react to other people’s opinion and actions and that’s how we manage to get mental peace which leads us to a perfect life..:)

  • A Rainy night

    It was raining hard that night. In my hurry to get into the house, I didn’t notice the black car parked across the road. I realised something was wrong when I could see someone hovering around the car. I wasn’t sure if it was safe to go to the car to investigate but my instincts dragged me from the gate of my building to across the road and next to the car. What happened in that half an hour is what I call my most unforgettable memory.

    I could see a woman pacing up and down, drenched and injured. At first when I saw her, she looked drunk as she was losing her balance now and then. But as I went near her, I was sure it was the injury and not any substance that was causing her to tip.

    Excuse me Mam! Can I help you? I asked her. She seemed to be in a state of shock. I tried calling out to her but she continued going round and round in her car. I was not comfortable reaching out to her physically and I thought she might attack me in her condition. But there was no one I could call as my phone had switched off after getting wet in the rain. Also, if I went home, which was just across the street, my over-protective mother would panic and wouldn’t let me help her. So there I was, feeling helpless and angry, because I decided to help someone without knowing what to do.

    I remember standing in the rain for quite some time, staring at the woman hovering around her car, feeling absolutely worthless. Then in a flash of a moment, I found myself walking towards her and reaching out to her shoulder. I must have been really stupid to do that!

    Mam! I shouted as I grabbed her shoulder, Can you tell me your name? Do you live around here? The woman seemed to have lost her ability to hear or see or feel as she continued to walk around her car, only that now she was crying and shivering because of the rain.

    I grabbed both her shoulders and tried to talk again.

    I will help you! Tell me what I want! Is this your car?

    I repeatedly asked her the above questions for at least five minutes before she finally looked at me and broke down. At that point, to be honest, I was scared to death, because she wouldn’t stop screaming and trembling. After a while, she began to come back to her senses and began to calm down. Finally, when she stopped crying, she looked at me and told me that she was a second-year BA student in IIT who was out for a school reunion party at one of the schoolmate’s farmhouses on the outskirts of the city. She had happily agreed to go for the party because obviously we are always excited to meet our school buddies and relive the happy school memories. When she entered the farmhouse, she told me that everything was fine for a couple of hours. She then said that they began playing a game which turned into an unpleasant episode of bullying her. She was majorly bullied by a school group when in school and at the party too, the group started bullying her. When she retaliated, they faked an apology and offered her a drink.

    I was foolish to assume that they were truly sorry and that they had grown up, she told me, now smiling as if recollecting what happened at the party. She told me that she doesn’t remember what happened after she took that drink. She only remembers me screaming at her.

    When I regained consciousness, my head hurt and I was lying on the street, drenched, outside my car. I don’t even know what part of the city I am in. They must have put me in the car and brought me here. And they must have thrown me out of my own car and thrown away the keys after locking it so that I can’t go home.

    The woman, whose name was Ankita, thanked me for being there. She asked me which place she had been abandoned, and asked the way to the nearest police station. I took her with me and told my house watchman to guard her car for the night. My mother calmed down as she heard the whole story and allowed me to take her to the hospital to nurse her wounds. Ankita slept at my place that night. The next morning, mom and I accompanied her to the police station and lodged an FIR. Ankita said she wanted to get a blood test done as she thought she had been made to take drugs through the drink. She was right. She gave the details of the farmhouse and of her friends. The police sealed the farmhouse and arrested the friends.

    Ankita and I became good friends forever after the incident. She taught me to be cautious of people, because some people can never be trusted no matter how much time has passed. She also taught me that it is okay to have a moment of fear. If you have a helping hand around, you can overcome fear and get back on your feet again. At that moment I’m so glad that I helped her by overcoming my fear.

  • FALLING FOR A FAMOUS JUNIOR

    FALLING FOR A FAMOUS JUNIOR

     THE STORY IS WRITTEN IN 3 PARTS. THIS IS THE FIRST PART, HOPE YOU ENJOY!

    Part 1- Getting Smitten

    It was a regular morning and I had already taken the metro to go to college. On the way I was not able to think much as I just returned last night from my fifteen days Manali trip and was still tired from the journey. I was not much a boy to roam around and meet people but my love for nature was enough that I agreed to go on this trip with some of my old friends, also I needed some time by myself after the hectic semester end exams. After about 20 minutes, I finally reached my department in the university. Before I tell you about my department let me tell you about myself. My name is Sumit Arora, an average looking final year student and as you can already guess I am much of an introvert. I was a week late for the start of the new semester and I could already see a lot of new faces in the campus who were probably my newly admitted juniors. Just as I was trying to adjust myself to the Delhi’s hot weather, I noticed a girl entering into the auditorium, she walked towards me and said “Good Morning Sir” and walked past me. I could not help but turn around and look at her. She was tall, had a very pretty face, big eyes and long hair down her waist. I could no longer look away as long as she was in my sight, as if her sight gave me a feel of fresh cool breeze of Manali and let me tell you I was instantly smitten by her. 
    After taking a hold of myself I went to my class, the lecture was going on but I could not stop thinking about her. It was not usual for me to look at some girl and instantly feel fascinated. I used to read a lot of books and she appeared to me like the heroin of a best seller romantic book. After the class was over I indirectly tried to inquire about her from my classmates and as I mentioned the tall girl with long hair they knew whom I was talking about. I came to know that her name is Zara Amin and she is an Instagram influencer with thousands of followers. I knew there was something about her but I was totally blown with this information and a bit sad too because now I know she was totally out of my league!!!. [CONTINUED]

  • The red lipstick

    The red lipstick

    It was that time of the year. The start of the new academic year was surrounded by the aroma of new books along with the excitement filled in children, only to leave in a couple of months.

    Lakshay was suddenly crowned with the title of being an adult now, as he was preparing to start his tenth standard. Whatever he was feeling is hard to point to in the emotional spectrum. He was not nervous, not excited, just existing.

    The next day commenced with vague sun rays caressing the beautiful patterns clouds formed themselves in. Lakshay was going to the market to buy new textbooks when he saw this girl wearing red, bold lipstick. ‘She looks like a dream’ he thought. Lakshay found himself in a state of enigma, where he couldn’t get that image out of his mind.

    He rushed back home, literally sprinted, took out a red lipstick from his mother’s almirah, and put it on. His feet approached the mirror. He was suddenly moved to tears as soon as he saw the person in the mirror. It was as if for the first time in his life he could relate to the reflection he was seeing.

    Lakshay’s state of awe went to ruins when his mom came into the room and started shouting at him, calling him a disgrace and what a shameful act he committed. He ran to the washroom, to get the mere fragments of pigment off him. The red lipstick failed to stick.

  • Silence 

    The clock had already struck 6pm. Beads of sweat were forming on Lalitha’s forhead,  she was scared that Andrew would be home any minute now. Every honk on the street, every sound of a vehicle had her heart beat faster. The rest of the house was in order, but dinner was not yet ready. That evening, Lalitha was busy preparing food for her in-laws, who would be visiting her the next day. Even after working the entire day and tiring herself out, she could not complete all the tasks she was “supposed” to do. Being a homemaker was difficult afterall, but there was no way Andrew would understand that. Even if the most inconspicuous thing in the house was not to his liking, he made sure to show his displeasure. She was the recipient of such expressions. A good day saw a few broken plates and bottles, and a reminder of how much of a bad wife she was. The bad days were when things went completely out of hand. She got bruises about which no one could know. 

    It was on days like these that Lalitha cried her heart out. Even in the monster of a man that was her husband, she tried to find her love, her Andrew. She searched in him, for the man she fell in love with at the tender age of 21 and followed him to a new land, oceans away from her home. Andrew gave her hope of a new future, away from her conservative family in India, a future in which she would be in charge of her life and the narrator of her story. But, things turned out to be so different. Andrew was just like her father, an abusive husband and a barely present paternal figure to their children. She had fallen back into the life she thought she had escaped. 

    Lalitha heard a car pull up in their driveway. Her heart was filled with fear and her hands trembled as she tried to assemble the food before Andrew walked in through the door. But, she failed. She heard the door open and with the slam that closed it shut, she realised that it was about about to be one of the “bad” evenings. She had failed her “wifely duties”, and Andrew would punish her for that. Every slap, every blow, every insult showed how much she misunderstood the man. By the time he was exhausted, her body and heart had seen it all. He had once again proved that he was not the same man Lalitha fell in love with. Carrying the insults and bruises given by him, Lalitha entered the kitchen where she would cry her heart out.

    However, this evening was somewhat different. Her body hurt and bled in some areas, but she couldn’t get herself to cry. Something was ablaze within her, asking her to finally take control of her future and take a drastic step, confide in her in-laws. They surely had some authority over their son, and maybe with their intervention he would finally realise where he was going wrong. 

    The next day, Lalitha didn’t wear makeup. She no longer hid the horrors she had to go through, she laid it out in the open. Everyone in the room saw her. Rather, they saw what their son was doing to his wife, and the innumerable injustices she had to face. She broke the silence with her silence. Her mother in-law, Norrie, sat beside her and said:

    “Don’t worry my dear, he has always been an aggressive person. Just- just try to not anger him and you should be fine. Every relationship has its ups and down, finding your way around it is the mature thing to do.” Placing her hand on Lalitha’s, she gave her a look which she could never forget. It conveyed so many emotions and feelings, that Lalitha didn’t understand how to interpret it. Norrie sympathised with her, but she tried to find a justification for her son’s behaviours. They shared the same predicament, but she refused to accept that she had raised a son who took after his father. They had the same evenings, but she had accepted it as a part of married life.

    Lalitha got up and went to her bedroom. That is when the tears finally started to shed and she realised that there was no way out of it. She was caught in this cycle forever, the evenings would continue forever and her healing scars would be replaced with fresh ones. This is the life she had to live till her death… or was it? The thought of leaving came to her mind but where would she go? She had very little money to herself and even lesser friends in this land. The only thing she could truly call hers was the wedding jewellery her parents had given her. Yes, she could sell that and find a way out temporarily. Anything was better than having her dignity compromised almost everyday. 

    An hour later, she had packed whatever was remaining of her married life in a suitcase and walked out the door. Her first destination would be the police station, where she would try to get justice, and the wounds for speak for themselves. As she walked out, Andrew reminded her of the mistake she was making and how she would never be allowed to step foot into “his” house again. But nothing could stop Lalitha. For the first time in her life, she had taken control over her own life and fate.  Norrie just watched silently and smiled. One step, one decision, one leap of faith was all it took to shatter many generations of silence.