Driven by past love and a quest for justice, Prof. Prity Sharma fiercely advocates for same-sex marriage rights in India, challenging deep-rooted social taboos. Can she achieve her goal or something more awaits for her?
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Once upon a time, in the...
Six months have passed since Laxmi and her son Avi came to live with us. Initially, we invited Laxmi's mother-in-law to join us, but she politely declined. Fortunately, Laxmi's parents then invited her mother-in-law to stay with them, an offer she accepted.
Laxmi faced many challenges after her divorce from Armand, including judgment and pity from her peers. Despite this, she remained strong, choosing to build a new life with Avi in our home.
During these difficult times, Laxmi and my mother developed a close bond. They found comfort in each other's company, sharing stories and supporting one another. Their unexpected friendship grew deep and strong.
At first, my father was hesitant, but over time he warmed to Laxmi and Avi, welcoming them as part of our family. Laxmi's caring nature especially resonated with my father. She looked after his health with gentle reminders and constant support, creating a bond based on mutual care and affection.
As the months went by, Laxmi and Avi became the apple of our household's eye. Laughter filled our home once again, bringing joy and a sense of togetherness. Through shared meals and precious moments, Laxmi and I grew closer, our love deepening and enriching our lives.
The morning sun bathed our kitchen in a warm glow as I joined mom, dad, Avi, Tina, and Laxmi for breakfast. The aroma of fresh parathas mingled with the chatter of our family.
I watched as Avi and Tina giggled over their scrambled eggs, while my parents exchanged loving glances across the table. Laxmi, with her usual grace, was helping mom serve tea.
After breakfast, I drove Avi to his school. "Be good, okay?" I reminded him, kissing his forehead as he hopped out of the car. His enthusiastic wave made me smile as I continued on to drop Laxmi and Tina off at their school.
As we reached their destination, I turned to Tina. "Close your eyes and cover your ears with your hands, sweetheart," I said playfully.
"Why, Mom?" she asked, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
"Just do it, please," I insisted, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
Tina obeyed, giggling as she pressed her small hands over her eyes. Laxmi gave me a confused look as she thought we were doing weird things so early in the morning.
I looked at Laxmi. "Can I get a kiss for good luck?" I teased her as she widened her eyes in realisation.
Laxmi hesitated, glancing at Tina before leaning in to kiss my forehead. "You're impossible," she murmured, a blush colouring her cheeks.
"Only for you," I replied, smiling as she stepped out of the car. I waved goodbye to both of them as they stepped into the school campus and then drove off to my NGO.
At the NGO, the day was busy but fulfilling. We discussed new campaigns and projects, aiming to expand our reach and support for LGBTQ rights. My colleague and friend, Rahul, the manager of our NGO, approached me during lunch.
"Our new project on gender inclusivity is gaining traction," he said, excitement in his voice. "We're really making a difference, Prity."
"I'm proud of our team," I replied, feeling a swell of pride. "It's because of everyone's hard work that our NGO is now one of the top in India."
As the day ended, my colleagues wished me luck for my last court hearing. Their supportive words and genuine smiles boosted my confidence, reminding me of the incredible network of people standing behind me.
On the drive home, I dropped Rahul off, and we talked about the day's events. "How's Laxmi?" he asked.
"She's doing well now," I said, smiling at the thought of her. "We're getting along well. She's mentally very strong."
"That's wonderful to hear," Rahul replied, his eyes kind. "You deserve all the happiness in the world."
"Same goes for you," I smiled at him.
"And don't worry about tomorrow. You'll do great, Prity. Plus, I'll be there," Rahul said, giving me a reassuring pat on the back.
"But what about the university as—" I began, but he cut me off.
"You don't need to worry about that. That's my concern," he said in a sassy tone.
I laughed, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Rahul. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Just doing my job as your friend," he grinned. "Besides, you've got enough on your plate. Let me handle the rest."
We waved our goodbyes, and as I drove away, I felt a profound gratitude for having such supportive people in my life. Their belief in me made all the difference, and I knew I wasn't alone in facing tomorrow's challenges.
As I entered home, I overheard my mom and Laxmi chatting in the living room. "Oh, I didn't know she liked that!" Laxmi exclaimed, laughing.
"She looks tough on the outside, but she's just like a coconut," my mother responded, sharing a laugh with her.
I chuckled to myself. 'When ladies are engrossed in gossiping, they forget the whole world,' I thought as I walked further into the house.
Passing by the kids' room, I saw Avi and Tina helping each other with a craft project. Their teamwork and laughter warmed my heart, reminding me of the simple joys in life.
Dinner was a lively affair, filled with stories and laughter, binding us together even more. Later that night, after putting the kids to bed with their grandparents.
I retreated to my study to work on some papers. I didn't know why both of them wanted to sleep with mom and dad tonight, but I shrugged off the thought and got lost in my work for tomorrow's court hearing.
I was startled when Laxmi entered the room with a radiant smile while looking at me. I looked up, shutting my file.
"What is it, Laxmi? Is something wrong?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.
She shook her head, stepping closer. "Happy Birthday, Prity," she said softly.
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