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Every once in a while

Arithra looked longingly at Ashok.  But Ashok shook his head in disbelief and yelled at her, “Avin that’s it...no second kid.”  

Nothing in the world could rock Ashok’s rock-hard decisions. For Ashok and Arithra, life revolved around their one-year-old son Avin. But Arithra still wished to expand her world: a cute lil daughter to complete her family. 

With private jobs becoming insecure, Ashok failed to understand Arithra’s unreasonable longings. Every once in a while, she spoke about wanting a daughter only to be met with stony stares from Ashok.

Today, Avin turned eight and Arithra suddenly realizes she was carrying…


"Given enough time, nothing is more changeable than rock."


Every Once in a while - A Prompt by Write Tribe.

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  1. Her wish is granted. Almost. :)

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  2. Beautiful story on how desires clash amidst love.

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    1. When two people enter into a realtionship called marriage, desires do clash. However, what i tried conveying here is the importance of patience in our lives and relationships. The line 'Give some time, even rocks are changeable' is what I tried to convey thru this story

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  3. Aha!! Hope Ashok rejoices with her too!

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    1. Of course, Ashok is happy for Shilpa. Her love and patience helped him to take a step backward and rethink on his rock-hard decision.

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  4. I only hope this is more of a reality and less of a fiction :P :P

    Richa

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