My Dear Darling/ Part-1 and Part-2

(1) “Not in poetry, not in the body of the river, Nira Glasses-open face washed with rainwater bring it closer Neera, you come be Neera!"" If you post your own works, he likes to hear and see them again and again. Last night's posted voice over now has 9.5k views, four hundred shares! React is also growing by leaps and bounds. The amount of haha-react has decreased a lot since before. Less and less reduced to ten... Prashanti's smile played on his lips. Now he peeked in the comment box. 'Awesome Grandpa' ' Your words touch the heart... How can you?' 'How long have you not read your writing, when will you come again...' How much more! Grandpa! That call still hasn't left. How many do not address at all. Although the comments are touchy, he thinks that the comments are very carefully written avoiding the address. I saw my profile pic once. It's been a month and a half, no change. Need to change. think in mind The picture was taken wearing the yellow saree of mother's college life. Her favorite unruly curly hair falls over her shoulders, past her eyes. Dark kajal in the eyes. This picture of him is very dear. Therefore, it was not possible to make changes. Now look at the clock. Ten o'clock is fast approaching. He left the phone and went in front of the mirror. Ready after churidar. Now applied a little cream on the face and took off the kajal. Put it thickly on the eyes. The kajal thing is very dear to him. Priya says, “Believe me, your eyes are very jealous if you don't see them. What a beautiful thing to say!” Khayeri eyeballs, thick eyelids, dark kajal, his own eyes look like those rainy afternoon clouds. — What the hell! Come eat Abhi... He was startled by his mother's call. Just a small black tip between the eyebrows. The skin of the forehead was wrinkled, the crease between the eyebrows was irritated. — Oh mother! How many times have I told you to stop calling me Abhi, you can't stop it in this one and a half years! The mobile was lying on the bed in the room, the screen was still on, a f*******: profile, name- Ananya Sikdar (Anu). In the place of the nickname, Abhi... (2) - Mother... Why don't you call me Anu? — Hey dad, I've been calling you by that name since you were born. Either or like this... What's the point, Babi, you stay with me or Abhi! — If I was born as a girl, why should I name my mother Abhi? Maitreyi cannot give any answer to his son's words. She and her husband raised the boy with great love. He wanted every moment of his life, that the boy should not have any lack. May you be able to meet all the needs of the boy... Although not high class, there was no shortage in God's blessings. Everything was going well. Since the boy was girly from a young age, he had to hear a little talk from the surrounding. However, the family of the three was good. But everything has changed in the last four years. Abhi just finished college and got a job in a private firm. His twenty-second birthday wishes are in progress. Birthday in two days. Her parents celebrate Ananya's birthday every year in style. Some relatives and friends of the house together, there is quite a get together. And every time his father asks his son, "Tell me what do you want for your birthday?" Ananya's father does not agree to give Utpatang gift. According to him, he will give what the son needs. Service was no exception. After returning from office, he went to his son's room and asked that one question. And Abhi was waiting for him. He informed his father about the accumulated demand. Abhi's mother, Maitreyi, was watching TV in the outer room. He heard a sudden shout, "I made you this by studying? Listen to what your son is saying! There is no need to save the father's honor!" He ran. What happened to be speaking in such an angry tone! As he entered his son's house, he heard, — Look Maitreyi, your son will now be a girl. I taught him to learn these things. All my life I have given food to my mouth with blood to sprinkle ink on my face like this? Maitreyi still did not understand what he was saying! Means to be a girl? Looking at the boy, see the boy's eyes determination! — A...what happened? I don't understand anything. What did you say to your father? — I will srs. He stopped for a moment. S.R. He knows the meaning of S. That means the boy will change s*x! At first did not understand, what should he do anger! Or surprised. From a young age, his son had a lot of femininity. All the boys used to enjoy such games like cricket-football-toys. Although he played cricket, his attraction was dolls; Toy bowl with cousin. Although at that time no one got anything to give importance to these things. can play His voice was also soft. Many friends and relatives were whispering and laughing. At first he thought it would be fine if he grew up. But, he might not have thought that such a thing would happen. Abhi's father could not accept this decision of his son in any way. He sat down angrily saying, "This should not be done in my house." — But I am leaving home. I don't want you to be humiliated for me. It's only mine since childhood. Her father was even more angry, “Maitreyi said Jhuma Boudi right that day. The son needs to get married now. If you get married, all these things will disappear." Abhi remained calm for two days. He knew that his decision would cause a storm. But after hearing this, he couldn't keep calm anymore, he said, "You don't have to sacrifice two lives for your honor, right? Selfish! Look father, I will not change my decision. I want to leave... stay with your society.” — Where to go? In the countryside of the hijras! No! Could not be held back. Within an hour of that conversation, he left the house with some useful items and clothes. And his mother... what will he do! Your own child! Four years have passed since then. The family of mother-son changed to mother-daughter. Only the relationship with the father is not right... Maitreyi could not find anything to say except a sigh.