They came to our home to watch the serials.

It is 90s. a television rarely in a random middle class family.

the room is filled with women's chit chats. because it is the interval time before the serial starts.

the title song goes on. the room becomes pin-drop silence. the room seems houseful. but everyone is now living into the serial.

how serious it is to them. the ad-break again. like a prey missed by snake, everyone's face seems annoyed by it. again the conferences begin. concepts of new lovers whose eyes met yesterday during the bus waiting time, the tea shop owner who is in debt, a neighbor youngster leaving for studies to a remote city etc., were discussed.

the serial comes to an end. the faces are eager-filled. like all other days, it ends with the suspense. a chorus regret on everyones' whisper.

the domestic works cleared, their children in sleep, the husbands guarding the home and children in the meantime. they returned to their homes.

I am now sitting near the door watching the dispersal of all. the child who has been in the mid of all.


continues...

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