Hiralious

Mehruniisa was sitting under a Magnolia tree, her eyes staring at a far-off tree that would have been of no particular interest to any other person. But for her, it was very important. For the last three years, since she got married, she had made it a habit to come here early morning and look at the tree, and only that particular tree because she wanted to give selective and biased love to it only . It was an act of remembrance of the motherly love she had once known. She had lost her mother just some months into her marriage, and now she missed her bitterly. What she missed the most about her was that her mother was the last person in the whole world who gave her preference over everyone else. She would never have it again, she knew it in her heart. Only mothers could do it; be so partial for their children that they would hide their favourite food from previous night's dinner in the back of the fridge. Everyone was good to her here. But her mother-in-law naturally favored her own children. Mehrunnisa found herself being polite where she would have thrown a tantrum had it been her mother. She now had a habit to refuse the food first if there were people waiting for it. It was nothing to complain about , it was just basic courtesy. The problem was that she hadn't grown up doing this. Perhaps doing things she wasn't internally driven to do, changed her in a way that she couldn't control, It made her more courteous and less original. Each day she became less like previous self, while the tree stayed the same. She looked at it, tall , sturdy , and more free than she had ever been prepared to be. Perhaps it stood lonely because freedom usually comes at this cost.