"I am going, Anjali. You don't have to scream at me. Remember a thing, one day, you will regret it. Everyone will. And I'll be sensible enough to consider your words then. Just remember," I whispered before going out.
The world is so full of judgement. Impulsiveness is everywhere. I'm a stranger. Despite how much the people know me, I'll be a stranger to them till the time judgement and impulsiveness exist. And where both survive, there is no luck for trust between the people.
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Khushi stood at her balcony. She can see the Mumbai busy running on a marathon. From the top floor, Mumbai looks so small. Only if it was right. It's the fact that Mumbai is not that small as it looked like.
Perfect example! Perfect example for everyone that what we see is not always true. Because what we see can change with different view.
Her life is changed for good. Only because she was able to see her life from different point of view. She better say, someone made her see how beautiful her life can be.
She remember the fateful day. A day which destroyed the little peace she have had.
It has been two days since she has revealed the truth. It has been two days since she was accused. It hurts her when they accused but what was she expecting from them other than those jabs? But what hurt her most was she wasn't given any chance to talk. However what happened has happened. They aren't worth her worry, she understood it and is ready to forget the incident. The fact is, it's easier said than done. Maybe, just maybe that's the reason why, out of nowhere, the incident peeked into her mind while she's busy in the market buying essentials.
"Meenu, ye wahi ladki hai na? Dekho zara," a woman in her late 40's asked her neighborhood woman.
(Meenu, isn't she the same girl? Look at her once)
"haan, teek kaha. Ye toh wahi ladki hai," Meenu whispered appearing disgusted.
(Yes, you're right. She's the one)
"Dekho isko, besharam ladki! Dusri ghar ko barabaad karne chali thi aur dekho kitni masum banke ghoom rahi hai yaha vaha," the other woman whispered.
(Look at her, shameless girl! She, almost, was to wreck someone's household and look at her how she's roaming here and there with that innocent face)
"Teek kaha. Pata nahi kis muh se bahar aayi hai," Meenu whispered. Only that wasn't a whisper.
(You're right! Don't know how she came out with that face)
Khushi's heart pricked at the jabs thrown at her.
How can they talk about someone like without even knowing thr whole truth? Exactly, they don't know the truth. That is the reason they got some guts to talk. If they would have known they wouldn't have talked like that.
But does that they have the right to talk anything if they don't know the truth? Fools they are if they think they have that right. Now again, does that mean she has to justify herself? Absolutely not. There's no need to justify ourself for someone who's just a fool.
Khushi ignored them and continued buying the vegetables she needed.
"Bhaiya, ye waala kitna hai?" she asked politely smiling at the vendor pointing at the pumpkin.
(Brother, how much is this?)
"What are you thinking, honey?" Khushi heard her sweetheart.
