She ran in anger and grief cursing the entire village for they took her husband and left her alone. And now she was glaring into the clear waters thinking about her dead husband. She decided to leave the world and join her companion. As she sat spending her last few moments of life, there appeared a bright light, taking the form of her Neelamegha.
I am sure many of you can relate to the period of 90’s. This was probably the best phase of transition we kids of that time saw. The old die hard habits of elderly and another sect readily waiting to explore the westernization. We basically had the option of being both. The extreme phase where middle class families predominated in the society and the rich were those who lived in foreign countries.