The skeletons of the past

With no proper education, laws and constitutions, the historical past was a bizarre cocktail of pain and pleasure, life and death. Three stories from India Do you know what love is? The young girl, not yet in her teens, cried and struggle in vain, as the mob of relations cajoled and took her away on the road. A few months later, she was studying in the eighth class, a married girl. Her class friends were amused, and wrote her husband’s name on the black board. The girl blushed and ran to wipe it off the board. The young female teacher inquired about the the action, and lambasted the class on what they ever thought love was all about. “Doesn’t a brother lover his sister, and a son his mother?” Dumbstruck, the class listened in silence. Why wouldn’t the widow want to live? The British officer felt aghast on learning that the village widow was soon to burn herself to death on a pyre. What a...
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