"Sona"
His never so soft voice melted the cage of her shielded heart and she slowly opened her eyes only to see the soul beauty of this beast...
His deep oceanic orbs...
His deep pitch black orbs that were the door to his hidden soul speaking volume...
The priest began chanting the mangalashtak and my heart picked up its pace as my grip on the garland in my hands went on shrinking with every word of the mangalashtak
(Mangalashtak is the holy mantra sung during a Marathi wedding)
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The loud thumping of my poor heart was screaming to me ' Yes Sona... it's actually happening...you aren't dreaming...its the reality...your bitter reality'
And I so want to run away from this ugly reality of mine...
But I can't...
I am helpless...
And this is the worst feeling I ever felt in the 20 years of my life...
In the past few days, I have experienced the most difficult and painful struggles and unwanted and unwilling choices in my life
Marriage...
Yes, I am marrying a 35-year-old beast...
But why??
Why am I doing this??
For money??
Or...
For my widow mother??
Or both??
I really don't know...
My drunkard father drowned me and my mother in the pools of unplayable loans and escaped from this world like a coward...
Though I and my mother would sell ourselves we wouldn't be able to pay back his mistakes...
Such a coward loser he was...
But we didn't lose our spirits...
We both went on working our asses off and went on earning penny by penny to protect our self-respect...
But that isn't as easy as shown in movies and daily soaps...
A widowed mother with her 20-year-old girl surviving in this cruel world full of lustful eyes and touches is like a delicate leaf surviving on a bunch of big sharp thorns...
The so-called society's sympathy pity avoidance indifference and many more good terms won't let you breathe peacefully
Every step you take...every breath you take is criticised by the people
And this struggle was worth learning
During my schooling itself at the tender age of 10, I had always insisted on working...I used to work as a maid in multiple houses to earn our bread as my father was busy relishing his drinks...
