Nandini, a Novella

Astounded

“What? Only twenty-seven days are left for the bridegroom to enter our courtyard and now you are saying that you are not sure? What rubbish is going on Nandini? Explain, explain me …now.”

Though I could not see Mom’s face I am sure the hit from it could melt the ice of Antarctica and washed me down to the pit of hell.

“Your silence is killing me.”

She threw the embroidered lehenga on the floor and turned towards me trying to find the answer written in my eyes- those two confused eyes.

When I’m not sure of my thoughts how can I assure her?

To be continued…

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Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.