Shruthi reminded Sanjana again that her marriage should not be postponed for too long. “Marriage at this age? Why are you just joking? Think about what people will think.” Shruthi had discussed this issue with her friend many times before this. Today she said again, “Think about yourself a little, you idiot! You have spent 45 years alone like this. When your loneliness, worries, and hardships are haunting you, will the people for whom you have sacrificed your life for all these years come to question you? People will think what you think… What kind of people are you… Why do you need the help of these bad people who laugh at you when you are struggling, who play around with you, and who die of stomach ache when you get up? Even if you don’t get married, you are just a subject for their gossip talk, that’s all!” “Why are you so angry? Your BP has been increased unjustly. It has been so many years, let whatever happens happen.” When she finished speaking, Shrut...
In the national level story competition, this time the jury unanimously selected Sharath's story as the story deserving of the award. The story chosen for the first prize was about an orphaned child. The child, who lost his parents in childhood, had a successful story of facing many blows in life, rising step by step, making a name for himself in business, entering politics and finally becoming the Prime Minister. When Geetha, who was one of the judges, recommended this story, the others on the jury agreed. Geetha had also been selected for the same award by this organization 3 years ago. She was very impressed after reading this story, and when she read the name of the author who had written it, she was very disturbed. Sharath….. what a name….. is this not him? Several dilemmas started in her mind at once. “Sir……” she approached the senior writer of the judging panel, Darshan, and said, “This story of `Sheela’ is quite good. Can I see the photo of the autho...
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