Mrinalini♦

The households in India have been run by women primarily, following the centuries old tradition. From taking care of the child's breakfast to ensuring that the mother in-law's morning cup of tea is served on time, it is always the woman of the household. She is a wife, a daughter, a daughter in-law, a mother.... But who is she in reality?

Mrinalini.

The name was abruptly forgotten the moment she stepped into the Acharya household as a married woman.
She became Mrinal for her husband, Bouma (daughter in-law) for her in-laws and other elders, Boudi(sister in-law) for her brothers in-law and Mrs. Acharya or Acharya Boudi for outsiders. Her identity was forgotten as she gradually accepted her duties as a married woman, as a daughter in-law and as someone who was expected to sacrifice.

Their home wasn't a mansion or even a bungalow. There were financial constraints and there were challenges like every other middle class home. Not everything was easily available, apart from that one thing that was abundant and pravalent:

PATRIARCHY

She was taken for granted like most women in India are.
Maybe there was love, maybe there was no mistreatment yet Mrinalini felt the walls around her constricting on her and causing her asphyxiation.

This is the story of a bird compelled to live in a locked, golden cage...

Will she ever liberate herself and fly?
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Dedicated to all the Indian mothers and women and to women all around the world who dedicated their entire lives to raise their children, to give love and to be selfless.
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This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's thoughts or sentiments. This is a work of pure fiction that came to my mind after watching the Bengali movie, 'Mukherji da r Bou'. The concept and the story and the characters explored in the story are all going to be my creation and my own original ideas.

No plagiarism intended or supported.
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