I was finally sitting on with my fiancee for the rituals in the pavilion. "I didn't want to get married"- my heart screamed in agony. But the facade of my face depicted a different story. I saw my dreams getting burned in the sacred pyre.
The vermilion in my forehead is in his name, the sacred nuptial on my neck is in his name. The bridal bangles are in his name. Even the mehendi drawn on my hands have his name. What is for you in your body?- mini me (inner voice) asked me.
And I realized that I have to face my fear with confidence. I cannot let my aspirations turn into ashes. So, in the first night after the wedding, I told about my dreams and took a promise from my husband to let me study. And he agreed happily motivating me. For the first time a spark of hope flickered within me. Even my in-laws did not protest against my decision and supported me.
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Flickering Aspirations
Historia CortaThis short story will inspire you and will spread beams of positive light to your life.. Set in the countryside of Assam, it is a story of a young girl who aspires to become independent in life. But her old sick mother fixes her marriage before comp...
