Once upon a time in the farms of northern India, there was a girl born. she was just as beautiful as the heavens and just as charming as the sculptures of angels. Her blue eyes swept anyone who laid eyes on her, off their feet instantaneously. Her one laugh, or a little smile, or even a twitch of the lips could make anyone forget what pain is.
Growing up, she was the most favored child of the town. She was invited in all the social gatherings and was chosen first in all the plays. In a town with not many things to look forward to, she soon became what one could call the 'unique selling point'. Seldom there were any moments when the name of the girl and the name of the town were not in the same sentence. There was her monument made, right beside a beautiful lake in one corner on the town. One fine evening, when everyone was preparing for the girls' eighteenth birthday, her body was found in that same lake.
It was as if the whole town died in one instance. the town had seen famines and the town had seen floods, but never the town was saddened in such a drastic manner. Because if the rivers dry out and water becomes the new priced possession, there was always a good chance of rains the next season. but once she, the most priced and envied possession of the whole town, is dead, she is dead for good. She was not coming back.
the town weltered in the cries of agony and separation. Everyone was questioning the death, but no one could answer with accountable proofs the right reason behind the catastrophe. The old, witty judges came on a conclusion that it was the deed of the envious neighbor town. Everyone set out to destroy the town with no survivors, to avenge the loss that they put them through. the whole army of the avengers went to the monument of the girl to ask for blessings. now, she was the new god.
On the feet of the sculpture of the girl, there was a note written. "I chose to die, to be born as a human and not as the crest of the town. to ask and savor love, as a normal girl and not as a priced possession. I chose to die, to be born less beautiful"
Growing up, she was the most favored child of the town. She was invited in all the social gatherings and was chosen first in all the plays. In a town with not many things to look forward to, she soon became what one could call the 'unique selling point'. Seldom there were any moments when the name of the girl and the name of the town were not in the same sentence. There was her monument made, right beside a beautiful lake in one corner on the town. One fine evening, when everyone was preparing for the girls' eighteenth birthday, her body was found in that same lake.
It was as if the whole town died in one instance. the town had seen famines and the town had seen floods, but never the town was saddened in such a drastic manner. Because if the rivers dry out and water becomes the new priced possession, there was always a good chance of rains the next season. but once she, the most priced and envied possession of the whole town, is dead, she is dead for good. She was not coming back.
the town weltered in the cries of agony and separation. Everyone was questioning the death, but no one could answer with accountable proofs the right reason behind the catastrophe. The old, witty judges came on a conclusion that it was the deed of the envious neighbor town. Everyone set out to destroy the town with no survivors, to avenge the loss that they put them through. the whole army of the avengers went to the monument of the girl to ask for blessings. now, she was the new god.
On the feet of the sculpture of the girl, there was a note written. "I chose to die, to be born as a human and not as the crest of the town. to ask and savor love, as a normal girl and not as a priced possession. I chose to die, to be born less beautiful"
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