Forbidden House Of Mussoorie

part 1 of a story i have some idea about

Life problems, that's something everyone has . I had a few too but the moment I bought this house , all of them just vanished .

Good thing? No! Because this was the one and only problem I could think of from the day I started living in the house.

I still dread the day I so happily handed the cheque to Mr.Prakash , thinking that finally I will be standing on my own legs .

I really started regretting my decision once I moved into the house . I should have just stayed with my parents a bit longer , instead of foolishly buying a house that was being sold twice less than its actual worth.

The houses in Mussoorie wouldn't have decided to run away if I had patiently sat and looked through the houses . But no I had to hastily make the decision and buy that house because it was being sold at a very cheap price without even looking knowing properly about it.

In my defence , I just wanted to show everyone that I will not bend to the society's way of pushing down a women .

Well still not a good reason to justify my descision . Yeah so let's move on .

I should have been more careful.

So let's go back in time shall we?

So, it all started in the month of July ,1984.

1984 was not the year I was born on . It was the year I moved into the house.

As for the year I was born it was 1970.
So yes, I was an independent woman at the age of 24 in the 1990's India .

It was a huge thing then . At the age of 20 most women in my country would have been running behind their kids with very less or no education what so ever .

Why? Because women are born to bear children and do the chores . So why waste money educating them?

But my parents were a little different from the others . They believed that a girl should be educated and should have the freedom to choose the life she wants .

All thanks to them I became a physician.
They never pressured me into marrying even though I had  turned of age  .

This was possible because they were filthy rich . And also because I was their only kid and they loved me unconditionally.

So when I started studying and went on to be a physician there were a lot of people who couldn't stop talking .

"Isn't she married yet?"

"I don't know why Tilakram thought that making her daughter is a good idea , what a waste of money."

"I think her father is mad, who in their right mind  would want to make their daughter study so much,"

" I think there is some fault in he kundali."

"guess no one wants her in their house, suhsila."

"Are her parents thinking of keeping her in their house for eternity?"

"She will be a burden soon once Tilakram runs out of all his money."

Were some of the usual talks that used to happen in the bazzar.

And these were the same that came to me with their health issues when I started working in Landour hospital.

And stricken by the desire to own a house I bought the infamous
"Forbidden house of Mussoorie"