"story of hoor and langurShe became friends with and started coming to our house every day. We wooed our grandmother in the style of “If you want a good opinion, go and ask the old man”. She became our parents' darling. All this was happening here and we did not even know what kind of mess was cooking inside. Despite all this, when he realized that Delhi was still far away, he slowly started coming to us on the pretext of studies. Due to the twists and turns of fate, we too got trapped in the trap. Within a few days, fire and ghee got mixed. After all, clapping cannot be done with one hand. We too have fallen into the habit of “if you put your head in the mortar then why be afraid of the mortar and pestle”. At that time we did not know whether the brain was bigger or a buffalo. At that age of donkey Pachisi, he seemed as green as a blind man in the month of Sawan. They were proud of their luck and thought that if they ask for pearls, they will get alms. Now what is the solution for what you have done? An accident was bound to happen and it happened. We got married to him. Till today we are trapped in his grasp and are suffering from it. One has to suffer for one's sins. Later I understood that it is not the hoor that gets trapped in the hands of the langur, but the hoor itself traps the langur. Sometimes there are regrets but now Would you have regretted it when the bird ate the field? ©Rahul Jadhav "