The pasture on the other end always looks greener and
a feeling of others being happy occurs to most of us. Is it true that everyone
around us is happy except for us?
A striking mansion stood on the corner of the road appealing
to all the passers-by. It was an example of a true architectural brilliance.
Anyone who looked at it would only feel one thing about it, “Wow”! The colony
never saw the landlords till the day of house-warming.
The big day finally arrived, everyone waited eagerly
to witness the grand celebrations. The neighbor women adorned themselves with the
most expensive sarees and jewels to match the status of their new neighborhood.
The men looked best in their white dhotis and neatly pressed shirts.
People flocked in talking to themselves about the sumptuous
food and the extravaganza party they were being part with a lot of curiosity.
Everyone waited to see the hosts and as they walked down
the stairs people looked at them with their eyes wide opened trying to control
their emotions of the scene they saw. From the stairs, came a couple; a man in
his late seventies holding the hands of a young lady in her early thirties.
Everyone sat wondering looking at the couple. Some
were even baffled looking at the pair mismatch. The couple was accompanied by
two little kids who ran around them chirping.
It was a sight of pity for everyone who had
gathered. Some of them even murmured about the conversations they had in the
past about their new neighbors.
The wealth they possessed could not conceal the agony
of her beautiful eyes. The lady had everything yet, lived a life of a hobo.
Everyone walked out thanking their hosts
half-heartedly as the lady stood close to the window; her eyes brimming with
tears. The kids ran around her screaming for food but she seemed lost, slowly
she felt a cold touch on her waist. As she looked back, it was her old man inviting
her to his world of warmth.
She was a queen to the world outside but the turmoil
she went through every day got concealed under the diamond necklace that shone
above her heartache.
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