Happy Holi Everyone. I hope, with this holika dahan, all your stress, worries and sadness burn and bring you good health and happiness, because that's what matters the most in life. I wish your life become colorful like holi colors.
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Dharini's POV
“Mummmaa!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the house.
“What happened?” Mumma rushed in, worry etched on her face.
“Mumma, I got my period.”
“What? What do we do now? What will I say to your mother-in-law? She’ll think I’m lying!”
“What should I do? Can I go there and not tell anyone?”
“No, Rini, this is about worship. You may be young, but I’m not. I can’t let you commit a sin. Talk to Anav Ji; he’ll explain it to his family.”
“Mishra Sir? No, Mumma, he’s my teacher. How can I talk to him about periods?”
“In a few months, he’ll be your husband. You’ll share everything with him, not just about your period.”
“What?” I asked, confused. Why is Mumma saying I’ll share everything with him? He’s a man, and I’m a woman. How can I talk to him about such personal things?
“You’ll understand when the time comes. Now, call him and tell him you got your period.”
“Mummma, nooo!”
Just then, the telephone rang.
“Go see who it is,” Mumma said.
Reluctantly, I walked to the living room and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Dharini beta?” My mother-in-law’s voice came through.
“Charansparsh, Aunty,” I said. (Seeking blessing)
“Stay happy always, beta, and call me Ma.”
“Okay, Ma.”
“I called to tell you that the weather has turned cold due to unseasonal rain, so bring a sweater.”
“Uh, um, Ma…”
“Yes, beta?”
“Ma, actually, I… I got my period today.”
I waited anxiously, unsure how she would react.
“Oh. Then you can’t come tomorrow, beta.” She sounded disappointed.
“I’m sorry, Ma.”
“What sorry, beta? Is it your fault? No, right? It’s okay; it happens, and it’s not in our hands.”
For some reason, her words brought tears to my eyes.
“Don’t be disappointed, beta. You’ll meet everyone next time. I’ll tell them you’re not well.”
“Thank you, Ma.”
“Take care of yourself, beta, and don’t cry.”
“Yes, Ma.”
As I hung up the receiver, I turned to see Mumma standing there, smiling.
“What good deeds has my daughter done, God, that you blessed her with such a kind mother-in-law?” she said looking upwards.
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