Story cover for 1960s- a woman's story beyond tradition  by light_of_lamp_
1960s- a woman's story beyond tradition
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  • Reads 497,197
  • Votes 2,752
  • Parts 11
  • Time 20m
Ongoing, First published Mar 18
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Set in a traditional Indian village of the 1960s, Meera's World follows the life of a young housewife trapped between duty and longing. Married off at a young age to Arvind, a respected doctor, Meera struggles to find her place in a household that never truly welcomes her. Her mother-in-law resents her, her husband remains distant, and her own dreams have long been buried under daily chores.

As she raises her four sons, Meera watches the world around her shift-love, favoritism, and quiet betrayals shaping the relationships in the house. But in a life dictated by tradition, can a woman's silent endurance ever be enough?

A poignant tale of sacrifice, resilience, and unspoken emotions, Meera's World captures the delicate balance between duty and the quiet hope for something more.
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