She loved sketching and her room full of sketches of famous personalities was proof of her passion. Seeing this, her friends had gifted her the Natraj dark pencils so that she could go on to live her dream of becoming an artist.
But her father who spent all his money in drinking and energy in thrashing his wife had a different opinion.
“If I knew that you would waste all your time in sketching, eating Parle G biscuits and watching Alif Laila on Doordarshan all day long, I would have sold you to your uncle long back.”
She had grown tired seeing the troubles in her house day in and day out but could only cry thinking about her helpless state.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
The sad, bitter reality of countless girls of our country 🙁
Thanks :). True. It’s really sad that this is sadly a way of life for so many people.
Superb! Couldn’t be more crispier yet subtle. Awesome job penning this Aseem. If I was blog adda, you got a WoW badge this week! 🙂
Thanks Parul. Nice to know you liked it :).
Rajrupa Gupta (@IRajrupa)
Pretty good! The bitter reality!
Thanks Rajrupa. Nice to know you liked it :).