Delhi, India 1955.
Sarla, Krishnasagar, Meena and Sukhi were all made to sit in the living room. Leela Mathur came giving welcoming smile plastered on her face. She made sure to serve them tea in her most expensive glass tea set to showoff her wealth in front of them. Shyama, was just standing in the corner looking at the woman and getting vexated with her behaviour, she new it was fakeness which she could not tolerate her for a bit.
Soon her father-in-law also joined the conversation.
She looked at her father who was looking vulnerable in front of her in-laws. The way he was talking made him look so numb and scared, like everything he was talking was very balanced, with great cautiousness. Getting scared that he cannot speak any sort of nonsense in front of them. Long-gone was the pow
