The Vagaries of human destiny
Paro’s parents were a working couple. Both
were extremely busy in their respective professions. Her
father was a general practitioner in medicine whereas her
mother was in Insurance business. They were as much
devoted to their work as they were to each other. They were
blessed with son named Hitesh soon after their marriage.
Paro was born to them six years later.
Hitesh was a young lad of fourteen. He was
endowed with a mathematical mind. He excelled in science
and maths unlike her junior sister, Paras who liked nothing
better than talking and twittering. But, she was quite good at
learning social sciences and languages. She was interested to
know the ins and outs of her neighbours’ and so kept her
eyes and ears open. She knew who was doing what and
where and why, and adding a little bit of her own childish
imagination made an enjoyable gossip. She found history
and geography to her liking. She considered them as a
manifestation of stories regarding kings, queens and people.
She felt astonished at the events happening in different
periods of history. The causes and results interested her. She
found them more fascinating and worth talking about to her
willing listeners. Paro didn’t like to keep secrets. It was so in
the morning of her life. But the things did change as the sun
of her life rose.
Paro was welcome to all homes. Her sweet
tongue and suave manners pleased all. The aunties would
know from her what other women did or did not do. They
knew their joys and sorrows through her. She kept the whole
neighbourhood well informed about one another regarding
their passions and depressions, small and big incidents with
no ill-will or malice, thus creating emotional bondage among
them. As she grew older and went from one class to another,
she began to report the things learnt and listened in school,
in clear perspective.
With Hitesh her older brother engrossed in
mathematical and scientific solutions and her parents
excessively engaged in their professional pursuits, Paro had