Sometimes its good to have an open mind and believe what others say, especially if your own heart believes that person.
Some stories are told because they should be told, without any hidden agenda.
This is such a story, some pages from my life to wake indians up, to remove the glasses of hypocrisy from their eyes and show them another side of real india, which may invade their world too, ignorance is not a bliss. Its a timebomb.
She knew that her grandmother hated her younger daughter in law, but she somehow liked her, most probably because she was straight-forward and never gossiped. She did not had time to criticize others, complain or mope. She was content with her life, not half as rich as her mother in law’s favorite son, her elder brother in law but enough to meet her needs.
Mehul was ordered to spend atleast a fortnight of her summer vacation with her grandmother, she despised that prison, she rather preferred her ancestral home with garden and lot of trees but kids don’t have a say, do they? Even though her grandmother disliked her, the rest of the elite group were cold and distant, mostly were busy finding faults in her still she had to go there for atleast fifteen days! So she used to sneak downstairs to be with the younger one, the pariah.
She was sneaking down the stairs when she heard her grandmother, “There she goes, to regurgitate every thing she heard here!”
“What a girl!” she heard her uncle join in.
Her face became hot with rushing blood but she continued her descend and wondered why people think that they are so important that people have nothing to think/talk about but them.
These small pieces are the things that I have forgiven and forgotten even though they were not funny, and often were painful, I actually believed in the dumb saying forgive and forget and ignored the warning that their actions gave me, no one becomes evil overnight, its a slow process, often we when we love someone try to fool ourselves about their vices/evil- a suicidal trait too common in us, human beings, now I think I lived by book and dug my own grave, I should have lived by the things that were too apparent, visible!
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