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Asha's Story : An Odyssey Through The Alphabets




Girls in India are caught in the drift when they reach a particular age. They suddenly face a dilemma as to what to focus on in their life, whether to make a career and ensure a living or to get married and secure their life. Girls who remain single after the so called marriageable age are frowned upon by the society and are considered a burden for their families.


Throughout the month of April, thanks to the AtoZ Challenge, I am trying to portray the life of Asha, a common Indian girl with dreams and aspirations. Everyday we focus on one alphabet starting from A on April 1st till Z on April 30th. Stick with me till the end of the journey and do tell me what you think of my writing and my Asha.




A - An Arranged Marriage
B - Bridal Dreams
C - Cherubs From Heaven
D - Rusty Dusty Delhi
E - Ernakulam 
F - Fretting Over F.R.I.E.N.D.S & Fiancé
G - Gratifying Rendezvous
H - Hospitality Crash Course
I - I Love You??!!
J - Journalism's Joy
K - Krishna
L - Love, Longing & Life
M - Milan - A Meeting
N- Noodles, Nimbu Paani & A Nice Guy
O - Online?
P - Phone Number
Q - Questions!

R - Risks
U - Union
W - Wait






Comments

  1. OK now I know I should have read the "A" first ...love this spirited young lady :)) will watch out for this space :)

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    1. Thanks a lot Sridevi. I hope you enjoy this story :)

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  2. Very interesting theme! Your writing style flows so nicely and is quick and enjoyable to read. Can't wait to follow this story!

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  3. Thank you for the lovely words.. :)

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  4. I was reading "Risks" when I thought, the story doesn't sound complete, and then i realised, it is an ongoing series and i must read from "A"...
    Bhavya, i just loved ur take on the A-Z challenge....such a beautifully thought concept, the story of Asha from A-Z, very original and innovative! Kudos!!

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    1. Thanks a million bunches Little Princess, hope you enjoy reading every bit of her story :)

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  5. Loved these ones... sorry could not be hoping during the A to Z challenge but this one was definately a very unique way of dealing with it

    Loved it :)

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