Epilogue: RTM
“Rishta Tera Mera”
“What are you reading?” The husband frowned as his wife remained hooked to the novel at hand, dismissing his presence.
“This book is so inspiring.” She placed it down on the table as she spoke. “A woman wrote it under a pseudonym.”
The man picked up the book and read the title “Barrister Babu?” He frowned “What is it about?”
“How a man encouraged a woman who dared to dream against society’s norms to follow her dreams and become a barrister alongside him.” The wife smiled.
The man shook his head, “All the fiction is eating up your head. Those stories are not true.”
“She claims it is. The writer claims she has witnessed this closely and knows these people.” She frowned. The man shrugged.
“She might have said so to sell her book.”
“True or not, some stories are worth telling because they inspire generations to come.” The woman shrugged. The man nodded silently.
“So you want to be a barrister?” he asked as she shook her head.
“No, after my matriculation, I want to study English. The author here says she was in Europe a good number of years before she came back to independent India.” The woman spoke dreamily, “Imagine if we ever go…” The man shook his head again.
“You and your novels. Why even read fiction?” He walked away.
True or not, some characters are worth believing in and getting inspired by. And with that hope, this author leaves you with a story very close to her heart, very special on its own and indeed worth sharing, over and over again.
The End
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