Sunday 21 May 2017

Throwback


#কণাওতারমেয়েরা
She was a suckling baby, when her mother left... raised by her drunk father and ailing grandmother, who used to curse her mother with every single breath... but she failed to hate her..she prayed that someday her mom would come back....
She had seen her secretly... mesmerized by her beauty.. her charm, her richie rich husband, her beautiful step sister.. who looked like a fairy to her.. she was happy for them.
She grew up... a mediocre girl ... got a descent job... got married to a decent middle class boy... on her wedding she expected her to show up.. with closed eyes she dreamed that her mother was flipping through her veil... getting her ready... but how could she? She wasn't even invited.
Time flies... now she is a mother.. one night land phone rings... she picks it up... someone's weeping on the other side...she begins howling like  an intoxicated wild animal, difficult to tame , all she could say, is "ma kandche" (my mother is crying )

http://amianindita.blogspot.in/2015/07/blog-post.html?m=1

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