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Delusion

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.

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