You are all that I have - Short story
Looking at Mrs. Shubhangi Kulkarni, no one could guess that behind the veiled smile lay a broken heart. Shubhangi was born years ago, in a lower-middle-class Maharashtrian family, in a small, nondescript village thirty kilometres from Pune city. Her birth was considered a good omen, as it coincided with the auspicious occasion of Gudi Padva , the Maharashtrian New Year. Despite being a female child, she was loved and pampered by her parents. They fondly called her their Gudiya , an adorable doll. Shubhangi’s merriness was short lived. Tragedy struck when she was five, as her father succumbed to an untimely heart attack. In those days, it wasn’t easy for a widow, yet her mother hung in there and single handedly raised her. As soon as Shubhangi turned eighteen, her mother married her off to their village postman, and died soon after. Shubhangi was emotionally attached to her mother, and hence it took her months to get over the loss. Often, her mind drifted to the past, e...