Peace And Pistol

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"Megha come fast " Mrs. Shweta Biswas called her daughter as she was still in the bathroom.

"Maa , it's not even five minutes. Let me bath " Megha answered her mother. Offcourse a good bath is the secret of a good mood for Megha.

Her mother after hearing her answer went back into kitchen thinking how much more time her daughter will take . Megha was always like this taking more time to get ready . The more time you take the more things get good. That's what Megha believed.

After taking a bath Megha went downstairs to have breakfast with her family they were a small nuclear family it included her simple mother Mrs. Shweta Biswas , her younger sister Shreya , her father Mr Arun Biswas a simple and hard working man who used to be clerk but now due to his health issues he remains at home.

He has retired from his work .the money which now he is getting as pansion along with Megha salary is used to run their household.

Megha is a school teacher. She teaches English. Her school was a simple school with good environment and good faculty.

"When will you come back you have to go for for Meenakshi's daughter's wedding ." Her mother asked Megha.

"I will come by four or five , not sure " she answered her mother.

"Isn't it late then useful timings of yours" her mother again questioned her .

"Yeah it is but today we are having the parents teachers meeting and after that we also have a meeting with the Principal. It will surely take more time but don't worry I will be on time." Megha assured her mother.

Menakshi aunty is her mother's childhood friend offcourse her mother won't like missing her daughter's wedding.

"Come fast we have to buy a gift also and you know your dad is so bad at gift selections and I prefer your choices sometimes too so be on time." Her mother reminder her again that though Megha is not good at many things but yet she is good at selecting gift . Wow

"I will try. " Megha finished her meal and bid bye to everyone. Not before joining her hands befor their temple. She left for her school.

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Her mode of conveyance is the state bus. It was a cheaper convenience and also not many people used it.

She would occupy a window seat and then enjoy the view of the city. The passing shops, the chaos at the traffic signal, the blowing wind, the shouting of the bus conductor ,chit chat of people in the bus. This bus ride give her time for herself.

Megha clearly understood why her
mother was soo eager to make her attend this wedding. She could have gone with her younger sister too at the wedding.

But Megha knew that for her mother these occasions are the right places to look for a suitable groom for her daughter.

It was not that she was not ready for marriage . She turned twenty four this year, her job was quite stable and her mother felt it was the right time for her to settle down. Maybe she was right . Maybe.

Meera throughout her life had never been in a relationship, no boyfriend , no long phone calls , no late night conversation, no kisses , no special birthday ahhh ! Nothing.

Somewhere she craved for that attention. The need to feel special, the need to be pampered by someone and what not. But she knew she was asking for too much. Atleast for her it was.