A Little new

" Buddhu Babu"

"It seems like she has written her own destiny." enjoying the royal dishes of the  royal haveli ,a woman with pink banarasi saree ,a thin penguin blue line border outshining it, said gazing at bondita  laden with ornaments of gold her eyes sparkling fragments of envy. Just like how fire burns,it starts with a little ,very little tiny min lava which is not noticeable but with little flow of  oxygen it turns everything into ashes .  It was not a pure envy ,a compound with extra percent of jealousy was it.

Jealousy ,may be this is the word but the emotion integrated  behind the word had made women step on women. Not entirely , it may not be the reason but it is not less than the chaos created by a second female lead in a Korean drama.

"It is just for a phase of time ." said another women wearing dark purple saree with little beads work on it glancing at them a little smirk was playing on her lips whereas  anirudh was tearing flowers from the decoration and playing with it some times throwing at bondita," Just think if he cures will he accept her , a child you know his morals, if he leaves her then or." she paused to create a suspense,"if he marry someone of his choice. Or if he doesn't cure then which is of course sure .she will have no place other than a caretaker of the chote Malik."

"How are you so sure that he is not going to cure . Didn't you had heard that he is being treated by the Doctor. And don't you know that it was recommended by Pandit Maharaj if he marries her he will cure."

The young lady with a calm smile playing on her pink juicy lips said,"Let's see you are here, I am here and they are here. What happens in the big walls of this haveli."

It was around seven in the evening everyone had left and choti bahurani means she had to cook her pehli rasoi . Staring at the mud stove , her stomach grumbles which reminds her she had yet to fill it fully which she had not because of brinjal , pumpkin in the sabji and if not for the aachaar  it will be empty.But the thing she didn't know if she had eaten more than two luchis then it will be gossip of whole village .

She tried to start fire but always was  little late in blowing,oil in the fire was her sneezes but was successful in her eighth attempt. " Where is the vessel bondita ? " she asked herself. She started looking around her to find it behind her ,placing it on fire she poured milk ,sugar and all types dry fruit she could find in the kitchen . She was kneading the dough for luchis when she noticed that she had not added wood to the fire and in a flee she hurriedly seperated dough from her hand dry and cleaning her hand with her saree she added wood and blowed little air with the little pipe , sneezing. and checked the kheer added half cooked rice which she had placed beside it on fire .And the new scarlet Red banarsee saree ,  pearls on it was making it ethnic, had been rubbed with the ethnic wheat ,which gives wheatish look it for now later it will smell rotten if it is not washed througly.

Then she had placed another vessel on the other stove added oil , which had splashed a little on her wrist . Nevertheless she made tadka dal while rubbing her hand mercy to the burning sensation.In between she had prepared the ingredients for the aloo ghobi sabji .After kheer was made, she placed aloo for boiling,which she was peeling it, whereas masala was frying .Her nails had started to pain  because of the half boiled aloo.No one can really understand the pain of her tiny winy nails.

In her first luchi of the day ,all the oil had entered which has made it too oily to eat or a way for loose motion,aftera trial of  two  times  atlast she made it eatable . It was feeling like it was never going to end.  She placed chaasni for the roshogula her favourite .She had placed milk  for the cuddling .Some flashes started coming in front of her,of her dear baba.