Sketchstory No. 36 - 'The New Bride' by Jaya Venkateswaran

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She came out of the bath draping a towel around her, suddenly conscious of the heavy chain, her mangalsutra, dangling from her neck. Everything had changed overnight including her marital status. It had all happened very fast, the bride seeing, the engagement and then the wedding within just a span of three months.


Much against her father’s advice, she had told her (then prospective) husband, in private, during bride-seeing, that she was NOT willing to WORK and would like to happily manage the household. He had also been supportive and left the decision to her. She had seen her mother toiling at home and at school as a teacher. She herself had worked in an MNC till recently, but knew she wouldn’t enjoy it with all the stress involved.


Now it was all going to be different, completely different. Apart from being a loving wife and a responsible daughter-in-law, she was also looking forward to fulfilling all her dreams and her passion for art, nurtured for so long..


Wearing a beautiful blue silk saree, she blushed looking at herself in the mirror and then walked to open the door to a new life ahead of her!

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  1. SandhyaJuly 28, 2020 at 11:44 AM

    Very lovely

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  2. UnknownJuly 28, 2020 at 2:17 PM

    Short and sweet story.
    ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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  3. UnknownJuly 28, 2020 at 2:19 PM

    Short and beautiful story. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ

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