The evening tea time in the hall of Thakur Haveli had a heavy burden of emotions. The air was thick with unspoken words and pain, all hidden behind the pride and veils of the Thakurs.
In the grand hall of the haveli, Yamini Devi sat on a wooden sofa along with her two sons, Ratnesh and Bhushan, while her three daughters-in-law stood lined up before her like slaves awaiting judgment.
"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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