Part 82Beautiful girl...
Stylish hair style...
Mild make up on her face...
Gold & small chain on her neck...
Full size gown like dress...
Gloves on her hand...
The fingers were playing in the piano...
Piano was letting out its pleasant music for others to hear...
Her feet were taping on the ground to the beat...
She loves music...
She learnt Piano since she was small...
She forget the world when she play music...
That is when her mother entered that place...
Meena: Roli... Come to have food darling...
Roli: Mom... Please dont disturb me... I am enjoying the music...
Meena: This music can be enjoyed even after having food Roli...
Roli: Mom...
Meena: Come.. Come like a good girl...
Roli: I hate this disturbance...
Meena: I dont want to disturb you darling.. You kjnow about your father right...
Roli: yeah.. i know mom..
Meena: Yes these british people are fond of being strict and your father.. dislike if we delay for anything for any reason...
Roli: But mom.. Tell me.. How you caught with this british person love...
Meena: Roli.. Remember he is your father too...
Roli: Oh! You feel bad on telling about your husband.. like Indians..
Meena: Why not... May be your father is british.. but i am Indian only...
Roli: That is what.. i am querying.. How you fell in love with him...
Meena: Hmm... How can i answer.. when i myself dont know... We saw each other when he came to our village... He came again & again to our village to see me.. Then he propose me & told to marry... Then we married...
Roli: Dont your parents disagree for this...
Meena: They did... but they got no guts to oppose him too as they belong to rulers and cant take risk of denying his wish...
Roli: But i wonder when he love you Indian and married you.. Why he hate Indian tradition or Indians... Why he want us to wear clothes of his culture & lead a life of his culture...
Meena: Roli.. Though in that young age.. he fell in love with me.. and married me though i am Indian... He later started feeling that he committed mistake.. As few of his friends provoke him telling why he married Indian... So though he didn't deny to live with me.. Told me to live a life like a british... Inface i have kept you name Roli.. while he don't like to call you Roli & call you 'Rae'
Roli: I dislike that name 'Rae'.. And i love to live like Indian wearing those Indian dresses... But look at me.. I am wearing & living perfect Brilish life...
Meena: Oh No! Roli we are getting late.. Lets go to have food.. Your father will be waiting in the dining...
Meena & Roli rushed towards the dining...