it's a story of Kavya

It is spring. Everywhere there are flowers, fruits and bunches of fruits. Even though it is green, the king of fruits is the season of mango.

Kavya got up at 5:00 am as usual and started doing her daily chores and after finishing all the housework, she gave coffee to her husband. The husband was very angry because the amount of sugar in the coffee was low. Kavya's mind was very hurt. The husband gets ready to go to the office after throwing a lot of blame for the smallest issue. Having finished all the work neatly, Kavya started preparing for the Ugadi festival. Kavya never bought new clothes for herself after marriage. Her life was spent managing the house with an angry husband. Then, on the occasion of the Ugadi festival, gifts arrive at her house from the village. She did not expect this. This is her first marriage. She urged all the family members to come for this festival. But she was very sad to see that only gifts had arrived leaving the family

Even though her husband was rich, she could not find peace.

In a word, her husband is heartless. Forgetting that it was a festival, he went to his office. Coming from a Sanskritic family, Kavyali did not like the culture of her husband's house. However, she was enduring everything because of necessity. A house without any lack of wealth was like without love and affection.

She left the home gift in the place and picked up the phone to call home.

By then, a special pooja was being performed in the village for the festival of Ugadi. No member of the house could hear her phone ringing amid the noise of the puja. Everyone was engrossed in performing the rituals. Kavya breaks down her heart and breaks down in tears.

Knowing that everything has happened, she comes out of the room to continue the puja of her house. By then, the rituals of worship will reach the final stage. It is a very big bungalow so the sound of the milk cannot be heard by the upstairs room. It makes her very sad that mother-in-law has completed the rituals of the puja without calling her. Kavya, who was experiencing some kind of pain every day, shrinks further on the day of Ugadi. As he again calms his mind and enters the kitchen for the task of cooking, the prasadam is ready.

She makes a stew and prepares 5 desserts. By then, the sun had reached the scalp. All the guests who have come will eat neem jaggery and receive prasadam and wait for the midday meal.

As soon as she enters the kitchen, she eats them to taste her daughter-in-law's dessert. Even though the Seat India she made was delicious, she put them in the trash and kept the sweets she brought from the hotel.

Kavya, who was watching this from a distance, remembers her poem and becomes more sad.

Since it was Ugadi on that day, while there was excitement in everyone's house, only the shade of sadness stood out in Kavya's mind, her life was like a pit covered with ashes.

written by Chaithra R Devadiga