Roopa looked at her mother intently. She was quite old, an octogenarian but her demeanour was that of middle aged women. She could feel that her mother always lived superficially.Her eyes had a piquant expression which hankered after establishing her supremacy. This she had been doing during her entire life span.Her convoluted thought processes centred around this one obsession that she was responsible for shaping the destinies of her entire family and her sole aim was to get this fact established in the minds of her husband and children.But it was the obstinacy of the members of her family to negate it imperceptibly yet doggedly.This went on and on.The family disintegrated.The head of the family left this world but this octogenarian turned more and more vociferous.She continued with the same piquant look trying to establish her supremacy in the hollowed precincts of her house to anybody who was with her, and in the present case her daughter Rupa, who looked at the portrait of her father hanging from the wall- a pristine visage with soulful looks and pathos which seemed to descend on Rupa. She wanted to go out in the open and breathe in the the fresh air replete with the aroma of her fathers selflessness and suffering.
She looked wistfully at the white blankness of her lap top . She remembered the days when from a very young age she had ventured into writing secretly in her torn notebook which she would take out from her school bag. Moreover, She hardly remembered having filled it with school work. Rather she had faint memories of ever being a regular student. And those were the days when the parents, in the joint families, had other cares than to worry about the school affairs of their children. Moreover it was the responsibility of the family elders to see that the grand children were tutored well. The schools were far away from home and the children had to walk down to reach them. In the way there were many distractions ,mainly they would linger on on the narrow bridge which they had to cross to reach their school. They often stood there l...
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