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The Ballad Of Nirvana
Chapter 23
Part 2
“We got married at a young age, it was an arranged marriage and it was difficult to understand him. He was moody, unpredictable and stagnant, an idealist. I on the other hand was quick, dynamic and always flighty.” She explained.
“We would never stand on one decision, the same happened when we had kids, the bloodline of Vardhi. You are technically my direct descendant but I treated your mother like a friend and so I am treating you like one.” At this point Indriya lost it, her eyes widened and she was gaping at the thought that she was sitting with her greatest grandmother and discussing her marital issues.
“What?! ...Why did...you did not tell me before, grandma?” She said, instantly understanding why Apramēya cared so much about her.
“Stop calling me that, I am not that old! I am only five thousand years old.” She exclaimed and chuckled as she callused her own cheek.
“You know, where I was brought up, people are usually bones and dust when they are five thousand years old.” She admitted, but Apramēya huffed. “Sorry! Go on.”
“So, Vardhi was not ready to have children but I wanted to, so when I gave birth to the first child he threw the baby into his salt water.” She sniffed slightly, Indriya couldn’t blame her for hating her husband.
“So, you left.” Indriya concluded for her.
“Yes, he didn’t have the right to do that. That’s why I left him after thinking about it for almost a year.” She sobbed silently all of a sudden. Indriya slid a hand in the goddess’s hand and squeezed it, and Apramēya held on to it. “Even my tears are not made of salt water.”
Indriya for one hated her great grandfather, to such an extent that she would have stabbed him five thousand times for killing an innocent child and another five thousand times for not apologising for it. Maybe...
Part 2
“We got married at a young age, it was an arranged marriage and it was difficult to understand him. He was moody, unpredictable and stagnant, an idealist. I on the other hand was quick, dynamic and always flighty.” She explained.
“We would never stand on one decision, the same happened when we had kids, the bloodline of Vardhi. You are technically my direct descendant but I treated your mother like a friend and so I am treating you like one.” At this point Indriya lost it, her eyes widened and she was gaping at the thought that she was sitting with her greatest grandmother and discussing her marital issues.
“What?! ...Why did...you did not tell me before, grandma?” She said, instantly understanding why Apramēya cared so much about her.
“Stop calling me that, I am not that old! I am only five thousand years old.” She exclaimed and chuckled as she callused her own cheek.
“You know, where I was brought up, people are usually bones and dust when they are five thousand years old.” She admitted, but Apramēya huffed. “Sorry! Go on.”
“So, Vardhi was not ready to have children but I wanted to, so when I gave birth to the first child he threw the baby into his salt water.” She sniffed slightly, Indriya couldn’t blame her for hating her husband.
“So, you left.” Indriya concluded for her.
“Yes, he didn’t have the right to do that. That’s why I left him after thinking about it for almost a year.” She sobbed silently all of a sudden. Indriya slid a hand in the goddess’s hand and squeezed it, and Apramēya held on to it. “Even my tears are not made of salt water.”
Indriya for one hated her great grandfather, to such an extent that she would have stabbed him five thousand times for killing an innocent child and another five thousand times for not apologising for it. Maybe...
