My grandpa Hercules (Chapter 54th * Shanti-Ashanti*)
(Hey readers,
Day 2nd in continuity hope so may this track stay like this...
Yours,
Author)
Have I mentioned earlier about the foreigners who sneak into pre-Indo Eurasian territory almost 3-4 centuries ago wearing sheep skin?!
Slaughing all the resources of the mother land?!
Oh yeah right, I have mentioned!
But, they have already did Tata-bye bye by now!
However, I am not talking of foreign skins...i am here talking of sheep skin!
The skin of sweetness, loyalty, shyness and beauty same as of those greedy good-deors which started to came off, sparking a new sort of war up in no sphere of grandpa and his brother...right now yet has already put whole village into fire!
Meet my grandma, Shanti Devi, totally opposite to the name her parents gave her 'Shanti which literally means Peace' but truly she was...'Ashanti'!
Clever! In most negative way! I mean in (whispering) 'house wrecking way!'
A lady I see as one villaness of some English drama's...utterly beautiful, holding one such home made ciggratte in hand and puffing smoke through her mouth wearing the Saree, in cultural way which seem more like some gown but a little up to show the feet, and her smirking face as if she was about to burn someone!
That's my opinion anyways but...
The rich daughter into the village of poor's!
Ugh! What a shame?!, she still somethings though of her 70 year old condition.
Well, on some instances her some points were seem true for some reason as it was true that life in village was hard! Actually, it is still hard! Without no basic life stocks or needs! it was hardest!
And being the beloved daughter of a well renowned Brahman, she has always lived on clouds but this marriage has threw her out of all those comforts into the puddle of mud!
Where she was in no comfort, with no husband to take her side, feeling like a bounded labour under the feet of all those rituals and the relations!
And let's face it no room to security!
For this she has cursed her family even more than worst which who knew would be taken up by her next generation too...
The same cry...veiling...same words -
"Why you married me to this hell?! "