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I don't love u anymore

As one grows up, in the Indian subcontinent, marriages are arranged. This story revolves around a boy, who was immature enough to get married, shoved into the rat race of work and earning money and before he could realise his goals in life clearly, he was put into an arranged marriage. As years go by, he though bodily matured, but emotionally still a boy gets involved into alcoholism, smoking, women, gambling. He took his arranged marriage as part of life's adjustments. I don't love you anymore is contradictory as he falls in love with his wife past 25 years of marriage, whereby he realises, friends who seemed friends actually, were enemies in disguise.He goes for rehabilitation, due to alcoholic tendencies but does not recover. He does not succeed in business world and feels all these bad things that are happening to him is because of his wife. She is the greatest bad luck in his life is what he feels. He never loved his wife, from the first day of marriage, took her just for sexual needs, made her his 24*7 secretary, beat her to pulp due to alcoholism and frustration. But she never left his side. As years go by, he sees his wife as the only strongest pillar of his life. So when at the age of 60, he thinks of telling her his true feelings for her, his wife says that she has moved on in life. Now that her children are grown up, she is tired of his bickering and fights. She confessed, I don't love u anymore and goes to enrol in an old age home, to live a life without any pain and emotional struggle. Even when you look at the book cover of two ducklings, here in this book, looking at opposite directions, this also has a lot of significance, as per the storyline. Both are in the same pail, as in marriage, at a young age, tied to the family, but both looking in opposite ways. One into family bond, taking care of in law's, children, daily grocery shopping, cooking and doing all household chores. The other has his life outward bound, partying around, drinks and friends, women, gambling, earning money and travelling distant lands, passports filled with visas of countries around the world, no strings attached to the family. As years fly by and things don't change in the scenario, the wife at old age walks out of marriage, to lead a life as per her choice, at 62 years, the man has now stabled up and looks forward to live his old age along with his wife, but here is the cliche, she simply walks out without looking behind to a life where she relentlessly always gave without any returns or favours asked. She walks towards an unknown voyage at old age where nobody expects anything from her and she does not expect anything from anyone, a house she would learn to call her home, an old age home..... This is my first attempt in weaving a story. I would appreciate for a genuine feedback from my supporters in the form of comments, votes and spirit stones. I was unwell for the past month and a half , so the speed has lessened, but I will not fail in weaving my thoughtsand pen them down at the earliest. Your genuine feedback will help spark my imagination.

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Ador

In the hills of Darjeeling, famous for its tea plantations and tourism lived Ador. Ador was a petite, young girl, who just finished her engineering examinations and was waiting for her results. The family of four, Kir, Ita, and their daughters Ador and Unma, lived happily in Salt Hill, a small plateau, in a wooden house, which was standing for more than 100 years, built during the British rule.

Unma, was the chatterbox in the family. Always interested in the ways of the world and the most trustworthy friend. She was just and kept up to her promises. A perfect soulmate for Ador , who was the shy one in the family.

Ador loved writing poems in the woods, silently , or either singing and dancing, all by herself, totally an introvert, who used to shy away from people. Studying in Loreto Convent known for raising perfect women for the Indian society, she grew up to be demure. She was no beauty, but had lovely, thick hair that reached up to her knees, like any typical Indian girl. The only quality that made her stand alone from the crowd was that she used to follow what the elders said. Though she had a mind of her own, she relied on the elders and their decisions, cause the elders had more knowledge about the ways of the world, she trusted her elders full-fledgedly.

Kir and Ita were both from education background. Kir was a professor, then of a B. Ed college( now he is retired) and Ita was the Principal of a military school,(took voluntary retirement later) at the Ghoom campus, Jalapahar cantonment area, which was higher up in altitude in comparison to Darjeeling, the Queen of hills.

The family of four lived happily, relishing small joys of life, being together in troubled times, come what difficult a task. Kir always taught his daughters that behind every dark cloud there is a silver lining and one should not lose hope. God sees all and tries to answer our prayers, to have faith in the Almighty and move on with life, as faith can move mountains.

Ita, pampered her daughters to the extreme, she never allowed them to enter the kitchen or clean the laundry. Studies and having fun was what the girls knew they had to do only, in their growing up years.

People in the hills are different both in temperament and culture and mannerisms / etiquette, in comparison to people of the plains of India, who are more tough, loud mouthed, harsh and on the meaner side. Though the traits vary from family to family, all depending upon the upbringing of the next generation.