2 minutes reading time
a tale of 2 veronicas..
...this is an absolutely imaginary story..
...it has to be..
it sounds too 'real'...coz hindsight'..always has a luxury...
I will take some time with it..
for it has a lot of 'helplessness'..
of choices made my 'elders'..
forced to live 'life' as per 'society'...
do 'destroy' the only part which mattered to her...
it wasnt love...
it was what she was capable of doing..
the 'star' : which all saw..
and the 'star' who all 'helped' to become 'star'
their metaverses became bigger and small..
as decided by safety of 'elders' and their limits of 'controlling' dem..
coz for both these veronicas..
control seems 'safe'..
it is what makes life...and good choices..
I left it all : watched it from far..
just to realize : the star is cloacked ...
for it has to brighten up lives of people who own her...
make her happy.
It is the man of father..
then model of 'boyfriends'..
then few husbands ..
all perfect by 'design'..
for 'star' has a purpose ...
to light up a universe : for it was birthed : captured.
the proud 5 footiya men of cateist india..
making 'proud' safe decisions...
making 'devis' of capitalism..
aided by their failure in life..
making kids of men...with just privileges of lower brains.
it is the religion of father, his wolfie-ness..
and what makes an ideal - mate..for 'her'..
as she 'grew' with those 5 footiya values with 5 footiya frens..
the story is imaginary ...
for it happens in punjaabi bagh..
and then in banglahole ....
coz we are 'products' of their 'environment'..