The sight of her mother—now frail, sitting by the river weaving a scarf with trembling hands—broke Priya into tears. “Amma, I thought you’d never forgive me,” she said.
One evening, as the village prepared for , Priya whispered to her mother, “Amma, I’ve been accepted into an engineering college. Let me go.”
Their argument erupted into a silent war. Priya packed her bags at midnight. Desperate to prove herself, she left without a goodbye. The village gossiped about the ungrateful daughter , and Rajakumari fell into sorrow, her weaving hands trembling.
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