Twist

She was a very sweet person.

She considered the perception of everyone.

She put herself in others shoes and decided.

She was very caring from heart.

She was approachable always.

She was very lovable.

She was punctual most of the times.

She used to complete every single responsibility of hers before she left to her office. Even there she was admired as one among the best.

She used to go behind her principles which were always towards the perfection. She was almost a perfectionist.

She was sensitive, emotional and sentimental and she was harsh by action. She used to keep pointing out the mistakes done be anybody for that matter of fact.

She used to cry to sleep most of the times when there were fights with her dear ones. But her tears were never heard.

She handled everything in her life by herself. She faced all problems single handed.

She had a very clean thought about life. Principles made her living. When she had to choose between a person and principle, she chose the latter. Always…

She always wanted things around her to be perfect just the way she was. But when it wasn’t up to her expectations she yelled at others. What was important to her was perfection not the person who was doing it.

She sustained all the pain and problems just for her daughter. Not that her daughter was the top of her priority list, but she wanted to mould her daughter just the way she was not or the way she wanted to be. A Winner…

She wanted her daughter to be the way she wanted to be or the way she dreamt about herself. She tried pushing her dreams to her daughter but most of the times failed. Failures started making her more rigid, stubborn and harsh.

Her daughter confessed to her she was in love with a person who was younger to her by few weeks.

Another failure… She wasn’t ready to give up then. She fought. She yelled. She wounded everyone.

She believed in predictions rather than words or prayers. Horoscope matching was more important to her than her daughter’s conscience.

She stuck to her belief of dharma (not that she was wrong) when her daughter tried to prove her love. The daughter’s request was not heard at all as she clung to her principles and beliefs about marriage.

Seconds… Minutes… Hours… Days… Weeks… Months… A year passed by…

She still stuck to her principles.

The daughter had to choose between her love and her mom. She didn’t explain anything to her love but just cut off her contacts with him.

They moved to another home away from their previous.

She searched for a ‘horoscope matching’ guy for the daughter. She presented the guy to the daughter for her approval and what she got was just a head shake as acknowledgement.

She hoped that the daughter got out of her love. She prayed for the daughter’s memory loss.

The marriage was fixed and happened as per her dreams.

She got the daughter married to the guy (of her choice). Her first victory…

She lay in her bed that night and her heart was peaceful for the first time ever in her life. She rejoiced about her first ever victory. She thanked her daughter and dozed off.


On the other hand…

The daughter stood out in the balcony staring at the moon.

She turned back to look at her husband who was sleeping. A stranger…

She felt her neck for some thread hanging. It was yellow in colour and had gold pendants.

She was tired after the long stressful day.

She was tired of acting.

She was tired of controlling her tears.

She looked at the moon again. Her eyes became wet.

She closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She searched her draw for something. Her face brightened when she got it.


There…

He looked at the fan which was swirling above his head.

He heard someone calling out his name but couldn’t see anyone around.

He opened the window and saw the moon.

His eyes became heavy and his throat went dry.

He searched his draw for something. His face brightened when he got it.


Next Day…

Obituary column:

The Guy : Time - 1 AM
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The Daughter : Time - 1 AM