That moment. She saw everyone and
everything. Mother, father, holy fire, flowers. Karan tied three knots with
holy thread. Now, all seemed moving away from her. "Now, she belongs to
our family", someone patted her. She could see her mom and dad moving away
for lunch. For the first time, her mother did not call her to eat. Like a
statue, she did all rituals. During her late lunch, he forced her to eat the
dish that was never prepared by her mom just because she doesn't like it. That
night, she wrote in her diary. "Blindfolded. Hoping I get the parental
care from him and happiness ever after ".
Years rolled by.
It is their 25th
wedding anniversary. Daughters hugging her. Gifts filling room. Yummy dishes.
“She is the one who can understand me the best”, he was happy. “How cheerful
they are!! Perfect couple”, somebody whispered in a jealous voice. This night,
she wrote, “Still blindfolded. Not me. But the Society”. She slept hungry.
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