sannaton ka rajmahal--

she was sitting alone, the wall clock struck one, telling twelve hours had gone by, she remembered her home , her relations she was attached to, she prided in enjoying mantaining their family bonds, their elders, grandparents, ,close knit family theirs was relying on each other , eid was over a stale kind of emotion after celebrations are over settles down slowly invisible to all where the cheerfulness was enjoyed, she remembered her grandmother used to say girls are like saplings, marriages are the turning points in their life when they are planted in another place , they must quickly take root and settle down for their own good, the longer they do not adjust in the new soil their branches and leaves will not grow healthy