She was born to be a winner, and yet there was something she was waiting for . The right push maybe? or the right path? Teesta, looking outside her window saw the the blue sky dotted with drifting white clouds. A white hot sun reflected on the white shining tiles of the terrace blinded her eyes for some time. And Teesta closing her eyes for a moment, drifted into a surreal world of the fantasies her future might hold had she made the right choices in her past.
Yunaan was four years old now and it was difficult to do anything now. Except maybe look back and sigh. And then suddenly, she saw herself in the two bedroom flat in a suburb of a bustling metro, four years old wearing a red and white striped uniform with a water bottle and a school bag. A rebellious teenager with boyfriends since she was fourteen, Teesta was never with the herd. she wanted to desperately break loose and do something different. the only one who understood her was her mother who was equally rebellious in her hey days. Mom is always right, Teesta knew that but still defiant of all especially her father. Mom, understood her daughter but felt sad for her because she knew, Teesta would one day end up like her, submissive to the traditions, dependent and at the mercy of those who earned as against herself - a mere housewife- denigrated to a position which claimed neither respect nor gratitude, just plain old work and more work.
-NM
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