Preparations for the marriage of Dharamvir had already started. Consequently everything was topsy-turvy. The house was being white washed and displacement of everything was natural. Lost in her past, Parmeshwari sat alone on a PIDHA (low stool) in the yard. She had come to this house as a bride and now a few days hence her son's bride was coming.
Sometime we take life for granted but there are human machinations and quirks of fate. In the story if one of the girls takes the male friend for granted, the other one just grabs him leaving the other with heaps of regret.
I have been a witness to the general elections in India since 1953. One can't but observe important happenings around him. I am not an exception either. There was a great heat near the elections in 1953 and subsequent elections too but not as much as now. There was a poster war but again not as much as it is now.