Its pouring outside..
Its smelling of jackfruits inside..
Jackfruit.. reminds me of my grand mother.. Rough from the outside and as sweet as elexir from the inside. Who would know how elexir tastes, when all you are left is with a bitter after taste of death??
The newly wed daughter of the home has returned, home..
For, her presence in her better half's house might harm her new parents..
Soon the full moon day will come. Then would be the time to rejoice.
Till then they would have to wait, for this is what is called Monsoon by many . We call it ashadh.
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