Barister Stories

"Ki re? 𝘓𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘨 pochondo noi bujhi? Ma re biyer prothom rong i toh 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘢. Tai na?" (What's wrong? Don't you like the colour red? Isn't the first color of marriage the crimson of sindoor?) Sabitri said while giving Mala the red saree she brought for her. Mala 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. Or everyone 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 she did. But deep inside she knew that the much it hurts her eyes seeing the colour the more 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵.