Kiski Aulad?...

"Kiski Aulad"...?

She was disturbed .... ..Nowadays it was a routine every now and then..she realised she has gradually turned into  a reclusive in office...Hardly meeting or socialising with people around her esp at work..the vicious air and polarised attitude almost numbed her.. She felt alarmed..Are these the same colleagues and friends.? she sometimes asked herself..It was getting more and more tough to have a sane conversation with anyone around her  ... The feeling of you are not " us" .. We don't trust u .. Always palpable around her..that narrative of "us " and " them"..was killing her.. Somehow It made her flinch every time her own fellow countrymen turned around and called her " Babar ki aulad"...it hurt .. Like a physical blow.. She was numbed each time..She almost whispered sadly back to herself " why not Bapu ki aulad".? . I feel so much closer in my heart to him.. I care a damn for a autocratic ruler..Yes why not Bapu ki aulad? Yes why can't I be? She felt like almost screaming back to the deafening crowd around her.. But then she realised .. She is talking to herself .. There is no one anymore there to listen to her response.. They hardly care.. They just labelled her and moved on while she was left standing rooted to the same spot .. gaping back at them and whispering to herself  " Why not Bapu ki Aulad".. Knowing very well that she will never get her answers ..