The early morning sunlight spilled over the Thakur Haveli, falling on the meticulously cleaned and decorated temple area. Shrimala had been at work since dawn, arranging flowers, sweeping the courtyard, and setting every ritual item with painstaking care. Today was Mahashivratri, the most auspicious day of the year, and Shrimala poured her heart into every little detail.
She believed deeply in Mahadev, but her prayers, as always, were for the well-being of the Thakur family—those who barely spared her a thought. Yet, for Shrimala, family came first. Always.
"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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