After returning from the village survey, Digvijay quickly freshened up and sat down for lunch. Shrimala served him carefully and then took a seat at a little distance, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Digvijay ate quietly, focused entirely on his food.
For Shrimala, just seeing her husband and her family peacefully taking a meal was enough to fill her heart with happiness. That simple act—watching them eat without any chaos—felt like a small blessing, a moment of calm she cherished deeply. No matter these people she called family cared about her breathing or not.
"अपनी ही जिंदगी में उलझी वो स्त्री, जो चली है लिखने कुछ सुलझी हुई कहानियां.." The stories I write are never meant to hurt the sentiments of any particular religion, gender or caste. Nor I intend to hate on anyone. My idea are based on social issues, social stigma and feminism.. I never did, not even in future I'll support suppression on woman, abuse and violence on them. I'm against it and you'll always find me standing against them.. If you enjoyed any of my work. I'm blessed to have you as my reader.. हर हर महादेव!! ~KASHI "काशी"
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