trishitawrites
Thousands of words going around in mind.It's chaos but never a beautiful one.This is a story I hate but still gathering up my courage to spill up the thing eating me up.This story might not end up the way you envisioned too but that's what life is.Never the way we see it first.A lively house is also left lonely,melancholic.Nothing is caught forever, everything slips.The laugh in the dining table is put to a deep sorrow filled silence, not knowing where it ends but somehow it must ends somewhere.
Love is a painful transaction,but my friends never believed, but I have seen my sister going in tragic pain and lost.How can be the most beautiful feelings be so catastrophic ? How can someone be so different then what the vows were made upon? I had questions,but it's an era of 1800s where girls would barely make any significance word.It would be portrayed as the scandals in the next newspaper, spreading as a wildfire in the countryside.How hard it would be for my sisters to find a mister for them,for my writings.This is something which will never stop but I too felt love, somehow it too turned as guilty pleasure. I have a lot of questions.But the answers are worth taking me down.
This is a story about 3 sisters and their single mom struggling in the patriarch society.Ana,Bella and Meg. Ana was different, the writer you read few mins back.It's their story in England.The way, they survived.It follows love, sorrow, conspiracy and loss.What else a romantic novel takes upto?
Keep reading to know more about their journey of struggles