(Story- A part from the Golden Years)
Once on the eve of Deepawali we planned to meet in temple. I was conceiving her in a pure unadulterated Indian dress, in Sari or in lehanga or at least in Patiala Suit. I was waiting for her from more than an hour not because she arrived after the expected or usual time but I stretched out early by an hour. She came on time and reacted,
’’ You have been waiting for a long time’’.
’’ No, I came just as you are…’’ I pretend with intent to deceive.
Nothing happened as I had conceived. She slew of my expectations. She dressed a typical low waist twilled cotton Capri and a top, which was leaving her neck, shoulders and part of breast, exposed.
’’Why are you in rags”? I asked with not much anger in my words.
Akansha- “What you have in mind… These are not rags”
“At least on this occasion you should be dressed like an Indian woman, like sari and all…’’. I said in a certain way to palpate her mind-set.
Akansha- ’’Sari, Lehenga and other similar kind are very uncomfortable in possession…’’.
I sensed youth don’t feel concern for distinctive cultural limitations. People in general firstly look upon for comfort and freedom. All people hold the right of freedom and we ought to value of them but what about our civilization and its limitations? Comfort doesn’t entail the state of being vulnerable or exposed. Characteristic of a lack of maturity is similar to a small immature sparrow on the windowsill not yet having developed feathers.
“At least for once put on a similar garment in order to see whether it looks nice”. I encouraged especially.
Akansha- “My parents don’t have problem… You please don’t be confronted with”? She reacted negatively to everything I say
“I was just bespeaking…”
“Sorry but I can’t” She enlarged more than normal degree.
After her stout refusal to Indian apparels I didn’t argue a lot so that, it could enrage her on me and take away to harsh me constantly. I loved her a lot in the way she was.
I didn’t took off anything even a single moment for want of being with her. Be it devout supplications in temples or assembly pray in school or a birthday party of her friend. Some more things with whom I fell in love were Campaigning, propaganda, etc all these were awesome junctures for me to take with her. Plantation during Green festival, preparation for cultural activities, cleanness, camping, and consciousness programs on Polio, Plastics, AIDS, etc, we walked together.
Jitendra...
Once on the eve of Deepawali we planned to meet in temple. I was conceiving her in a pure unadulterated Indian dress, in Sari or in lehanga or at least in Patiala Suit. I was waiting for her from more than an hour not because she arrived after the expected or usual time but I stretched out early by an hour. She came on time and reacted,
’’ You have been waiting for a long time’’.
’’ No, I came just as you are…’’ I pretend with intent to deceive.
Nothing happened as I had conceived. She slew of my expectations. She dressed a typical low waist twilled cotton Capri and a top, which was leaving her neck, shoulders and part of breast, exposed.
’’Why are you in rags”? I asked with not much anger in my words.
Akansha- “What you have in mind… These are not rags”
“At least on this occasion you should be dressed like an Indian woman, like sari and all…’’. I said in a certain way to palpate her mind-set.
Akansha- ’’Sari, Lehenga and other similar kind are very uncomfortable in possession…’’.
I sensed youth don’t feel concern for distinctive cultural limitations. People in general firstly look upon for comfort and freedom. All people hold the right of freedom and we ought to value of them but what about our civilization and its limitations? Comfort doesn’t entail the state of being vulnerable or exposed. Characteristic of a lack of maturity is similar to a small immature sparrow on the windowsill not yet having developed feathers.
“At least for once put on a similar garment in order to see whether it looks nice”. I encouraged especially.
Akansha- “My parents don’t have problem… You please don’t be confronted with”? She reacted negatively to everything I say
“I was just bespeaking…”
“Sorry but I can’t” She enlarged more than normal degree.
After her stout refusal to Indian apparels I didn’t argue a lot so that, it could enrage her on me and take away to harsh me constantly. I loved her a lot in the way she was.
I didn’t took off anything even a single moment for want of being with her. Be it devout supplications in temples or assembly pray in school or a birthday party of her friend. Some more things with whom I fell in love were Campaigning, propaganda, etc all these were awesome junctures for me to take with her. Plantation during Green festival, preparation for cultural activities, cleanness, camping, and consciousness programs on Polio, Plastics, AIDS, etc, we walked together.
Jitendra...
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