A for Anger
He had banged the door and gone out thumping his foot on the ground and married Alisha.
"Alisha, after all she was not from the same religion, and my old traditionally rooted parents never understood us, the new generation", he thought.
"Why has now they called us again, they would only frown on us" he gulped.
The door opened - Radha - there she was standing, tears ready to run down from the corner of her eyes - Aarti thali in her hand.
"Mother never gets angry from her child" - she could only mumble.